We failed with the last one in Hardingstone, perhaps the ultimate dormitory village for Northampton.
You could walk into the county town in half an hour, but of course no-one with enough money to live in Hardingstone would ever walk.
That OS extract is typical of the county; light industry, lakes, Queen Eleanor crosses, motorways, budget hotels, golden stone. You could do worse.
Very impressive in parts, but even the attractive drinking area in the lobby screams “foodie pub”
It’s what I call “enterprising“, with an attempt to cover all bases. And it was working, with a pub packed with
Family diners(£13.95 for 2 courses)
Blokes watching the Prem on SKY,
and real ale fans.
You’ll see immediately my issue. Six beers in a small village pub focused on rhubarb gin and 1664. 20 years ago that would have been a beer exhibition people travelled miles for. Nowadays folk will look at those pumps and think dull. They’re not dull, by the way.
There were chalkboards everywhere advising offers and events, proclaiming the local flavour of beers and veg and gin.
There was so much noise, particularly from the disgruntled Arsenal fan below*, Mrs RM drank up (a decent Phipps, NBSS 3) and we scarpered, tripping over a dog and leaving my battered OS Explorer in the pub.
I know I love pubs with a cross-section of life, and the ongoing condiment drama would have entertained BRAPA for weeks, but Sunday lunch pubs are a law unto themselves. And they smell of cabbage.
*Note to US/Canadian fans- all Arsenal fans are permanently disgruntled. May it remain that way.