After a recent audit, I find my most popular posts are (in no particular order)
- Those featuring pubs from places cruelly ignored by the rest of the blogging world (come in, Trafford)
- Posts featuring Pub Cats
- Descriptions of extreme hardship or disappointment encountered by myself.
Here’s another from the third category, though Mentmore is also ignored (cruelly or otherwise) and I’m sure there were pub cats about.It should come as no surprise that Mentmore is in Bucks, a short hoof from Aylesbury. OK, it’s closer to Leighton Buzzard but you don’t knock the Buzzard.
It’s a misty Mentmore too, not much bigger than a hamlet, but with a sizeable Hall that looked suitably eerie.
And church apart, not much else.
WhatPub and their website says the Stag is open from 12, their Facebook page says they’re re-opening on 2 November (today !) and invites us to peruse their menus. On the door, not a sign of opening times. But the lights are on, so I have hope.
At 12.05. I stand outside, I knock, I get stared at from the upstairs window. My call is answered by a chap who tells me they’re open tonight, would I like to book ?
And then it clicks. If you want to go to a country pub these days, you need to make a reservation*. No bookings, no lunchtime opening.
Yes, I’ll be back next Thursday when you start Christmas lunches. For a half of Eagle. I can’t wait.
As I always say, open when you like. Just tell me when that will be.
*In case it’s not obvious, I’m not saying you need a reservation to get in the Stag. But booking for lunch seems to be the only way to guarantee you’ll get in a lot of pubs outside urban centres these days. Just turning up is a lottery, and few country pubs cater for the drinker alone.