Not ALL the Winchester pubs had forgot what “pub” is an abbreviation of. We had a great night there; we always do.
Winchester is an odd place. At times it seems the exclusive preserve of well-off 25-35 year olds; the pubs packed with folk with enough cash left after their mortgage for a proper night out. You can’t say that about Cambridge.
Those places can seem a no-go zone for oldies (that’s me and Mrs RM) presumably confined to the string of upmarket chain restaurants north of the Cathedral.
I was keen to drag Mrs RM the half mile south of town to my second GBG tick at the Queen, but she insisted we ate first.
Overdraft was advertising tacos. And craft beer. See how blurry Mrs RM becomes when she sees craft beer.
It’s a posher mini version of your London craft bar, and once we’d got through the bouncers we liked it a lot, in the way you can’t help liking the beardy places in Walthamstow. Shame they’re all so dark, which is my excuse for the photos.
Long trestle tables though, one of them only a third occupied by a couple of blokes who just shrugged when Mrs RM asked if we could share.
Some good beers on cask and keg, so I reckon this is an exemplar pre-emptive tick. A nice, sensible 7% Stout from Siren. Thinking about it now, it’s surprising they served me a pint. Perhaps they knew what Mrs RM would do if they asked her if she’d rather have a half.
Clearly the more old skool the soundtrack, the trendier the place. We got “Never knew love like this before” by Stephanie Mills, the sort of 1980 disco track I secretly liked but would never actually buy from Andy’s Records.
But I come to praise Overdraft, not to slag off young people. Good beer, expertly prepared messy tacos, naff disco. Hard not to love.
Just mind the stairs when you’ve had that 7% stout.
You can read PubHermit’s review of the sister Overdraft in Shirley here.