Only four more sleeps !
I’m sure that, like me and Pub Curmudgeon, you’re counting down to IndyManBeerFest, the beer event of the year. Mrs RM and I will be there on Friday lunchtime, being tight old gits with time on our hands. Look for us maximising the ABV per £ by sticking to beer over 10% (assuming IndyMan continue last year’s pricing policy).
To be honest I’m a bit surprised Mrs RM is coming, she’s on a fitness push, but of course “Craft is good for you“. And it’s set in a swimming pool so it’s almost exercise.
We warmed up for IndyMan17 with the first of several trips to the self-proclaimed (and actual) greatest city on earth*. Certainly the view from the Mitre is as good as any.
A shame the Mitre itself is so dull, but when you’ve got pubs as good either side it hardly matters.
While Mrs RM enjoyed the delights of Debenhams Café (insert head-in-hands emoji here), I took a proper caffeine shot at Ca Phe Viet, worth a trip for the drip filter and weird milk in mayonnaise bottle scenario.
Tea was at a place I’ve been promising to take Mrs RM for some time, since Richard Coldwell raved about it, but a combination of queues and me getting drunk has denied her the okra fries till now.
Okra Dhal, Masala Dosa and those fries were enough for (even us) two, albeit those okra fries have enough salt for the week. I’ll probably work through their short menu eventually.
Another scary beer blackboard, but at least at Bundobust the two cask pumps have clips. Nice to see the real ale firmly at the bottom of the beer list. #CaskIsDead.
First time here, I thought the house keg was great, the cask a bit less than cool. This time the Squawk Citra was spot-on (NBSS 4), as good a pint as the one I had when I met BRAPA last year at Cask. Beer Guide standard anywhere in Britain, and a measure of the strength in depth of the central Manchester cask scene.
Great glass, too. And look at those lacings !
Whether Bundobust will ever replace my regular Manc curry house is another matter.
*Stockport is a town