Monday morning, trapped at home by the threat of the “Beast from the East“*, surprised the trains were running at all in the face of this never before seen onslaught.
No trip to Aldershot today, so I did my usual fallback of a long walk round ” Cambridge central”, the place that nice Japanese tourists in Regent Street always ask me to find for them.
I got no further than the first pub outside the station.
On opening, the Station Tavern was a bit of a disappointment to those of us hoping for a Tap or a Dog (or a Sam Smiths). But Ramblin’ Dave has news…
So in I go. At a quarter to eleven. It’s not Wetherspoons at 10.45, that’s for sure. Coffee, coffee, coffee. And eggs benedict.
“When do you start serving beer ?”
“Er, now” Ask a daft question.
It’s a thrilling choice, and you’ll know I’m not being sarcastic when I say that.
With recommendations from someone called Dave, as well as Boak & Bailey, there was only one choice;
I found a seat where I could take in the inevitable pub banter about snow, and watch the train cancellations rack up.
On first sip, the beer was better than last time at Fuller’s Kings Cross toilet stop. Cool enough, full and rich, just like I remember in the Old Sergeant in Wandsworth all those years ago. A great sight on Monday morning.
So good, I tweeted about it.
As I’ve always said, the quality of every beer (except the irredeemable Donnington) depends on cleans lines and turnover; a good licensee in fact.
The “pub” isn’t really one for the Beer and Pubs Forum I’m afraid; exposed ducts, high keg fonts, leather sofas. But the Beer and Pubs Forum isn’t their audience.
There was one other drinker (on Estrella), but otherwise this was as much the modern office as Starbucks in Milton Keynes have become (or Royston Spoons).
Two loners were reading e-mails on laptops, two ladies were resolving a work dispute (“best case scenario she leaves”), and in the corner there was a full-scale strategy meeting. How I miss NHS strategy meetings.
“We are doing strategy. End of”
“And if you don’t like it, tough”
All to the mellow accompaniment of Ella Fitzgerald.
Good beer, and local Moonshine ales were apparently being delivered as I was there. But I saved my Eggs Benedict and coffee order for Spoons. You can order from your seat there, you know.
*It’s just arrived