Into tourist central now, and that pub across from the Camera (which is not as exciting as CAMRA).
The King’s Arms is wrapped in unflattering scaffolding, so here, as the ice age descends, is my photo from the balmy summer of 2015.
I’d forgotten what was special about it, until we stepped thru’ the door.
Another multi-roomed gem, perhaps less touristy and more studenty than the Turf.
I thought it was a gorgeous multi-room gem, the sort of thing you expect in the Black Country or Stockport. Packed with lads settling down for England’s oval ball disaster, which meant Mrs RM poached the pews. We looked enviously at the tourists scoffing scotch eggs through the glass.
I set off to the second bar to explore. It’s a symphony in brown, as I may have said once or twice before about pubs.
Another exciting Charles Wells beer range*. I followed the crowd (unless they were using Tribute glasses for all the beers).
Back in the bar, Mrs RM had (surprise, surprise) scared off the tourists and nabbed the best room, even clearing the table of Camden glasses.
And all I brought her back was a pint of Tribute she rated “disappointing” (read:not craft). I thought it was OK; I wouldn’t quibble if it got back in the Guide.
A great place for blokes to talk about Bombay Mix and train fares, and Mrs RM to like Facebook posts.
Amongst all this BBB, someone had picked a pint of Camden. As soon as I identify that hand I’m having them kicked off the Forum.
*Actually, less variety than in a small Bedfordshire town recently.