You left our hero (that’s Mrs RM) in the last episode at the Plough, asking why she couldn’t have the 9.0% Bexar, which as Pub Curmudgeon has just pointed out gives excellent “bang-per-buck“. And also an excellent hangover.
But we had work to do.
I’d like to think my rave write-up got the pub in the Beer Guide, Royston’s first entry for a decade, but I don’t think entries are selected on the basis of on the quality of the arguments.
As you’ll see, the town was buzzing mid-afternoon.
Since Richard Coldwell has broken the bloggers code by posting pictures of me on BeerLeeds, I feel free to give you the archetypal Mrs RM shot. Pint in one hand, phone in the other, sitting on high seats which didn’t allow her feet to touch her ground.
Being able to pick a seat is the mark of a great voyeur. Sadly Mrs RM remains lacking in that department. Instead she chose to remark on the fire and the lighting, which make very dull Blog copy.
So no overheard banter from the Old Boys, no fruit machine bust-ups, just a few young lads Skyping their girlfriends in Tokyo over cheap pints of lager. It’s what Spoons is all about.
Pleasingly, some excellent beer from Saltaire and Woods (NBSS 3.5 each), making a rather more balanced line-up than in Spoons of late. None of that elusive “Available Soon” either.
Beer and internet usage aside, the things that stood out here were;
- A complete absence of diners at 3.30pm. I presume the good folk of North Herts stick regimentally to their dining hours. No families either.
- The cheeriness of the staff. They even said “Bye” when we left.
- The classic flat cap man.
One of the best Spoons pubs in the country, though I hope it has the food trade that Mr Tim deems necessary to support these backwater ventures.
With twenty minutes to the train, we admired Royston’s ancient streets, and its free toilet facilities.
Our youngest son went to Royston on Saturday, declaring it “very dull” on his return. He’s a good judge of character.
Back at the campervan, we enjoyed a real old school sweary Greene King local.
A line of blokes at the bar, discussing the theme song from “Shallow Hal“, the joys of defrosting a car, and the merits of the Sam Smiths swearing ban (not really).
Decent Abbot, excellent Olde Trip (with apologies to our Notts readers) and proper calorific burger and curly fries. Good cask turnover in a pub without a dozen pumps.
As we left someone said “van Gerwen really punished him last night”. Hopefully a darts reference, but you never know.