My teenage son decided he’d had enough of me by Monday.
“When you going out ?” That means “Leave me alone”
“But the “Beast from the east” is coming”
So off I went towards Aldershot, home of the UK’s most unlikely budget hotel options.
Normal time, 2hrs 30, yesterday 1hr 55. Take that, Beast.
As you’ll see at the top, the Running Stream is a homely village pub in the Hampshire/Surrey borders style.
Which as so often means this lot;
Yes, Greene King run some decent community locals down south, as well as their modern dining barns. It looks promising from the start.
And there’s a big smile at the bar. He looks like a man who’s just seen a snowflake (one had landed on my hair outside).
Like my last suburban Greene King new GBG entry near Heathrow, the landlady has added a fair bit of charm to a one-room gem, polished to within an inch of its life.
No craft taps behind the bar, unless these are the new Mikkeller bottles;
February hasn’t been a prolific month for new pubs, but there’s been plenty of unpretentious beer ranges, as here.
The Greene King IPA was on the back bar, and I thought I’d continue in my quest to see if was capable of greatness.
Well knock me down with a feather duster, it got close. Superbly kept (NBSS 4+), you can see why the GBBF fell for its charms in 2004. And no, it’s not an early April Fools.
Professional drinkers at the bar, retired gentlefolk eating steak and kidney pie and lasagne on proper tables, a pub packed on a midweek lunchtime, laughing at the snow.
A proper pub.