A small dormitory town 10 miles east of Nottingham wouldn’t be enough to excite Mr or Mrs Average, so it’s a good job there’s people like Duncan and myself who regard Bingham as worthy of a visit.
With decent train services and Spoons opening hours, it lacks the challenge of The Well up the road to visit, but occasionally I enjoy a lack of challenge.
In a place like this I’m looking for exciting walks or weird architecture to entertain me pre-pub. Bingham is a bit flat (says the Fen Boy) and the town a bit modernised, but I enjoyed that modernity in the new Methodist Church.
Quite a contrast to the medieval Church of St Mary and All Saints, anyway.
Just the one authentic “attraction” in the market square. But more of the Wetherspoons in a moment.
From the Butter Cross you get the best view of the entrance to a surprisingly useful indoor shopping centre, which managed to make Bingham feel like a proper town rather than a dormitory.
On Friday lunchtime the shops were pleasingly busy, and not just with trade from Retired Gentlefolk. Plenty of mums out buying Halloween cards and shoe horns, or whatever folk do in shops these days.
Worryingly, it seems Bingham supports a thriving Home Brew (aka dishwater) trade.
My notes say “tidy and compact“, which doesn’t make great blog material but must help the town in it’s status as “Best place to raise a family“.
I found a great place to put a micro pub, hidden behind the Euronics store.
Expect to see homebrewed Four Finger Jack being served up there (Tue and Thr lunchtime only) in a Beer Guide entry soon.
For the moment the town has the long-standing Horse & Plough,
and the rather newer Spoons.
There was a shiny red mobility scooter outside (top) and a great mix of folk inside, from professional drinkers to shop workers to tradesmen. A melting pot.
There’s quite a lot of discourse on Discourse at the moment about Spoons in the Beer Guide, much of it depressingly missing the point that beer quality should dictate GBG entries, not the number of pumps, support for
tin-pot microbreweries or beliefs of the owner.
The Dukeries beer here, from a tight range, was fine (NBSS 3). But no more.
I thought about eating, but was put off by a review by an eminent food critic from the Times “newspaper” who told me their food was inedible.
I’m joking, I just couldn’t use my Spoons vouchers with the meal deal that seem to be the only way to eat in Spoons these days, and not using your Spoons vouchers is a serious offence.
So I had lunch in Folk and Fables, whose largely vegan menu probably wouldn’t have met Mudgie’s approval.
A little slice of Chorlton in Rushcliffe, and possibly the most healthy lunch I will ever eat in my life. It took about 10 minutes for the ingredients in that Buddha bowl to be explained to me, and 9 minutes to scoff it.