Grief this is feeling like a long old haul. Nearly there though.
Next stop was the Queen, a real outlier that takes you through the attractive streets south of the Cathedral.
Goodness know how we made it past the Wykeham without a stop there, but no doubt the Pride was drinking well without our help.
it’s a suburban pub, but rather more upmarket than you might find in Cambridge (if we had any suburban pubs left).
So why is this one in the Guide when the Spoons isn’t ?
Ah, lots of beers on stillage. We had the Flowerpots and Itchen Valley, which were the very definition of OK (NBSS 3). I thought they were fine, anyway, but Mrs RM berated me for making us leave the Overdraft. “I’m a townie” she declared, as if the Queen was a rural Old Boys pub, rather than the smart end of city dining pub it is.
She did at least find the only spare table, a high table., and was gripped by the man at the bar wearing flowery shorts, the only person worse dressed than us.
I was more struck by folk wearing suits and peaky blinder caps. What is this madness ? And can it be confined to Winchester, please ?
On the way back, I stopped to take photos of pub windows. That didn’t go down well.
The night should have ended there, but it never does, does it ?
Not when there’s a Wetherspoons with people spilling out of it. And half of Winchester’s under-25s in it.
Some of you will no doubt want to know what the real ales were.
While other are more interested in the uniquely calming atmosphere of the English public house. These are for you.
You should have seen the ones Mrs RM banned.
Oh yes, she had a double G & T, I had 3 flat whites.