It’s not just the peculiar thrill of a pint at 7am, you can drink from 9am anywhere. Stansted’s Windmill is a joy in its own right. No less a toper than Mrs RM thinks so, and she’s in there every Sunday night before her trips to Edinburgh.
I must have been here a dozen times since the refurb, which would put it comfortably in my Top 10 most visited pubs.
As the only remotely pubby place at Stansted, it tends to get a better boozer/diner mix than the average Spoons; you and the flight attendants can judge whether that’s a good thing or not. Certainly you won’t see the Seven Dwarfs Stag Party in Leon or Jamie’s.
1hr 23 minutes is enough to charge your phone, fill up on chicken wings, and wonder why you got to Stansted quite so early.
Initially the Windmill had some craft pretensions, but seems to have settled down into an average small town Spoons lookalike.
Only Adnams Dry Hopped Lager remains for the crafties, with Punk IPA long condemned to bottles, much to Mrs RM’s bitter disappointment.
But her Ghost Ship was very good, more surprisingly so was my Vale Porter, both cool and beautifully presented (NBSS 3.5). So they should be with that turnover.
Guest beers picked, we then had free range to use the App for a succession of unnecessary calorific purchases, including a seismic salted caramel cheesecake.
It’s not cheap. The Six Point was more than double the price of a can in Preston, but let’s pretend it’s an early Valentine Day present for Mrs RM, who was very quiet on the flight (though that’s because Ryanair split you up deliberately and she was 12 rows behind me).
On beer quality grounds, it would get in the GBG in Potter’s Bar or Penwortham, but possibly not Cambridge or Stockport.
If Ryanair sold tickets for zero pence that gave you access to Airside without payment, could it get in the Guide. Probably not, they don’t accept my vouchers.