A reminder of my Bedfordshire Pinking Progress (a follow-up Bunyan never thought of, I’ll wager).
Note how I score beer quality using my patented system, rather than pubs, which is why the Brewhouse & Kitchen gets 2 ticks (NBSS 3.5 in new money).
How would Woburn score ?
Part of me refuses to believe Woburn isn’t in Buckinghamshire*. It’s the sort of worthy but dull little place that has made Simon’s trips to finish off that county such a joy for us to read about.
For the positives, I count several fields of sheep, and a large park of rather less docile animals. It’s an excellent place to spot quaintly dressed Retired Gentlefolk, a species of mammal I make a habit of hunting down in their natural habitat. Which is the Loch Fyne Seafood restaurant, of course.
Woburn really could be a tiny Great Malvern, without the hills and proper pubs in the outskirts, but possibly with more posh tailors and ladies carrying dainty bags.
Not only is it a street full of hotels where they call you “Sir“, but the Bell Inn even occupies separate buildings both sides of the A4012 in a vain attempt to increase the pub stock. They’re both Greene King.
While I waited for the micro pub to open (there’s a first), I contemplated a flat white at Woburn Coffee House. It looked more inviting than the champagne bar.
But being working class scum I hadn’t made a reservation.
Luckily the Woburn Ale House opened early, as micros are wont to do on Fridays, and looked a lot more down-to-earth.
Two lads on the Freedom lager, a Geordie who hadn’t paid, and the sort of comings and goings you get in an estate pub in Derby gave it some atmosphere, but in truth it was a slightly characterless building serving overpriced beer (£1.95 for a half of mild, NBSS 2.5, nice homemade label).
My first micro of GBG 2018 a mixed bag, then. Si will love it, Duncan will already have forgotten it, I was wishing I was 5 miles south in Leighton Buzzard.
*I feel the same way about Leighton Buzzard, but that’s a great pub town.