There is one thing to be said in favour of Whyteleafe. No, two. At least.
There’s a decent Travelodge there for £39, and more railway stations than pubs. That’s actually true; apart from the new micro, the sole tavern offers Pride or Bombardier. So don’t go complaining about your own drinking scene.
It’s pleasantly hilly, and seems to have more takeaways than strictly necessary. As tourist info goes, I’ve seen worse pitches for your business. The World HQ of Ann Summers is based in the village, no doubt accounting for the number of rampant rabbits on Coxes Wood.
Ultimately though, it’s The Place In the World Most Likely to Have a Micropub.
A relief, then, that the Radius Arms is decent. Perhaps because of the paucity of competition, it was packed within five minutes of opening (4pm, obviously). Who knows, there may have been a queue of Whyteleafe’s smartly dressed gentle folk outside the door at 3.59 p.m.
Apart from me, they were nearly all wearing cardigans, and all drinking the Old Dairy Red Top.
A wise choice (NBSS 3.5). Four pints of that Old Diary were pulled in ten minutes, one of the rare occasions I’ve actually seen a beer “selling like hotcakes“.
An ambitious range of drinks included the
evil KeyKeg from local breweries (and BrewDog in bottles), priced rather more sensibly than in my own local craft emporium.
It was a very pleasant atmosphere, though the layout of high tables perched on barrels arranged round the room doesn’t break the mould.
And I learnt more about Surrey’s golf courses in that ten minutes than I had in the rest of my life.