Premiership winning interlude over, back to the South coast.
How about the Eclipse, which enchanted and disappointed a year ago ?
That was on a midweek afternoon; on a Friday night I thought it was a Top 100 pub, only denied that heading because SINGING “COCKLES & MUSCLES, DOOM BAR NBSS 4.0 OH” is a better title.
“Looks nice” said Mrs RM, who has a way with words.
“It is, but the beer is ropey” said I.
The Eclipse was busy enough, but just to be on the safe side I went for the previous beer pulled. But also got Mrs RM a Landlord, just in case.
Well, it was the best Doom Bar I’ve ever had. Yes folks, I enjoyed it. Cool, chewy, blah-de-blah (NBSS 4+). The Tim Taylor was decent too (NBSS 3.5). We stayed for a second packet of crisps.
But we hadn’t come in for the beer, just to soak up the atmosphere. This was the only place where everyone wasn’t dressed up and wearing suits and peaky blinder caps (true), just full of the sort of folk who like a chat and a pint. You could have been in Berwick.
The chap on the left of the photo above wandered over.
“Excuse me folks, do you mind if we sing a few songs ?”
“That’s fine. Can you do “Seven Nation Army” and “Yellow” ?”
So we were treated to a capella versions of “The Wild Rover“ and “Cockles and Mussels“, and very decent it was (NASS 4). Whatever happened to the Flying Pickets ?
It was pub magic. Then a group of lads came in, asking for Grappa, which must be rhyming slang for BRAPA, as the next things I heard were,
“Are you sure ?”
“Don’t worry, I only drive a Subaru”