“For the girl with the hour glass figure
Time runs out very fast
We used to want the same things but that’s all in the past”
Because I know how much you love Billy Bragg.
We’d set the day aside to visit a few micro-pubs in the suburbs of Dartford, but the freak emergence of a bright spherical object above the mountains led to a re-evaluation. You need to get a tan when you can in the Fens.
We walked the mile from Grantchester along the Cam into town, a stroll as dull as it was the second time we did it.
Just to prove I can appreciate tourist Cambridge, here’s the view from the Mill;
I like the Pint Shop as well, particularly the front bar, which does a good pastiche of a Sam Smiths pub. I knew the lady wouldn’t let us eat lunch in the bar, but felt compelled to ask anyway, just so I could express indignation, just as I did when asked if we’d booked (we never book).
The restaurant at the back looks like a restaurant, but at least it had its own beer board.
You can see the pros and cons of Pint Shop at a glance there. Some excellent beers at scary prices. Mrs RM has gone over to the dark side, leaving me to fight for cask.
Obviously she had the Cloudwater, resisting the urge to ask for a pint. Both that, the Marble and the Hopcraft were top-notch, thanks to careful decantation of the half into a pint glass.
The one advantage of the restaurant was the free entertainment. Alongside the other skinflint couples on the lunchtime “2 courses for a Tenner”, we had the joy of two old gents in the Cambridge uniform of cream pullover and purple trousers.
It was BRAPA heaven.
“Shall we choose wine ?”
“I think I’ll be reckless and have a pint of BEER !!!”
“I don’t recognise ANY of them !!!”
“Good Grief ! This one is 9% !! Who would drink THAT !!!” – both choose a pint of Anarchy Blonde
“I was rather hoping I get him into masonry” – a worthwhile trade we thought
“I’ve been nominated as the Grand Steward of the Lodge” – oh
The food and service was fantastic, properly cooked English food I couldn’t fault, reminding me a little of the Arden Arms for quality. Better value than the scotch eggs, too.
Even with prime location Cambridge rents, I can’t quite justify those prices, but I’d go again. The Pint Shop was packed when we left, which tells you all you need to know about Cambridge, or the £:Euro rate anyway.
As this was our tourist day, we then joined the Japanese and Italians in the haven of craft that is Fitzbillies, home of the famed Chelsea Bun, where we tried to log on to the MI6 Recruitment Wi-Fi but failed. I’ve seen worse beer lists.
This view is free.