“Always own up to your mistakes” said someone, once. Someone you’ve never heard of since. But in the spirit of GBG Completist solidarity, I’m admitting to my own so others don’t make the same mistake.
Study the extract from the master spreadsheet closely;
Not obvious ? Well, when I started pinking in the new Beer Guide, I missed out the Duke of Wellington in Ryarsh.
The area below the M20 is a hive of activity; even Mrs RM did a spell near the British Legion once, but north here are your archetypal honeypot villages.
There’s a flicker of recognition as we approach the Duke.
Confirmation comes quickly at the door;
“Oh look, it’s been in the Beer Guide loads of times !”
How do these things happen ? I guess it helps if you know that “Rusthall” comes before “Ryarsh” in an alphabetically ordered list.
Still, we need the loo, so in we go.
It’s worth the revisit, even if the smell of potatoes (or perhaps wet dog) is striking.
I wasn’t around in 1516 so I can’t confirm whether the Duke is as old as claimed, but it’s very Olde English. And a bit chintzy.
The two fires are quite something.
I have mixed feeling about the Santa hat on the Harveys, but luckily it doesn’t affect the beer quality, a solid NBSS 3.5.
What can I say ? It’s a loo stop, it serves good beer, and it’s gorgeous.
Ah yes, I nearly forgot. I was the only male. The staff, and all the customers were female. The dog was called Lassie. Katherine Jenkins was the musical accompaniment. I raise this only as an observation, he adds hurriedly.
Anyway, next year I’m sending my spreadsheet to a specialist GBG auditor before I start the ticking year.