There’s a sort of GBG completists code of conduct, alluded to in Boak & Bailey’s article on Guide ticking weirdos in the new BEER. I hope you like the photo of me.
So I took note when Duncan told me it was a long way from Walton-on-Thames station to the Weir.
“I can walk” I replied, forgetting that so can Duncan. If one of the few people who walk at my pace comments on the journey, it’s worth noting. 48 minutes from the station, a mile east of town, says Google; it took 40 in the Wednesday rain, past Co-ops, primary schools and leisure centres.
I arrived to see a building covered in scaffolding, and feared the worst.
But the 37 cars in the car park weren’t all on sale, and the pub was thriving. Despite the classic decayed signage.
Having only been to Ember Inns, Spoons and the odd sports-oriented corner bar round here before, the Weir comes as a bit of a shock.
Clearly, this is A GOOD THING, even with a heavy dining trade and plenty of children seemingly absconding from nursery school. One mum in a large family group told her daughter she’d have to “be patient waiting for her chippies“, which would have thrilled BRAPA.
You could almost have been in the (old) East End, until a tall fussy man with a scarf approached the bar with a fussy wine order. “NOT Pino Grigio” said with scary emphasis on the NOT.
But the dining is all very informal, with dishes called “Lasagne” and “Sausages and Mash”, and the bloke with greyhound tells its own tale.
An unreconstituted beer range suited the pub. Yes, yes, there’s Bingham’s, but who would drink that when there’s a Doom Bar just poured ?
I thought I saw a wry smile as I asked for my Doom, as if to say “I put on all these local beers and you drink Doom Bar.”
Those of you waiting for my Damascene conversion to the cause of Cornwall’s finest will have to wait; it was OK (NBSS 3).
I told you the Weir was doing brisk business, you might not think it from this shot.
But just as I was debating whether to succumb to the Steak & Guinness Pie, I overheard scarf man being told there was a 45 minute wait as they had a big party next door. Chips on the walk back to the station, then.