Yes, life’s big questions. Apart from “Was that referee at Stamford Bridge last night really Delia Smith in disguise“.
It looks plain from the outside, and inside is your modernised Greene King informal village dining pub. The sort that rarely gets in the Guide these days unless it’s Scotland and they’re desperate.
My desperation levels rose as I approached the bar and saw no sign of the promised Pedigree. That’s my excuse for the shaky photo below.
“Do you have Pedigree ?” I squeaked at a cheery barmaid oblivious to my pain.
“Yes ! We hide it round the back !” Some of that is true.
“Straight glass or handle ?” Oh, straight glass please.
Then she shouted from the lounge bar (she sure could shout).
“Sparkled or flat ?” It took me seconds to realise what she meant.
Anyway, it was nearly nectar, and clearly reserved for the groups of gentlefolk gorging on giant fish and chips. It wasn’t the only beer hidden in the lounge. I think you’re supposed to read a giant “beer board” or some such nonsense.
Some ignorant folk, mainly Yorkshiremen, have never had Pedi at its best, without the sparkler. This was an NBSS 4, perhaps only bettered by a few rural pubs south of Belper.
“It’s not as good as it was” they said. Yes it is.
I enjoyed being in a real pub, where the front bar was full of lager lads playing darts to a soundtrack of “Knock on Wood” and “Different Drum“, and the barmaid was dispensing helpful advice on girlfriends.
“Would you say I’m brunette or blonde ?” said Mme Pedimeister.
I never found out the answer to that question.