The end of Mrs RM’s Melrose mission also meant an end to my mini-exploration of Peterborough, to which BRAPA will shortly turn his attention. Sadly, I didn’t have quite enough time to explore a Possible Posh Pre-emptive called the Frothblowers. Yes, of course that’s a micro.
So a last chance to bring you a few of Peterborough’s architectural gems, which may just cause you to cancel plans for Blakeney or Biarritz.
As Mrs RM’s train chugged back from Edinburgh to Peterborough, I arranged to meet her in the Oakham Brewery Tap, and even sent her instructions.
No longer in the Beer Guide, but still very shiny, the Tap gains points for having refused entry to Simon recently while hosting a private function.
I now how BRAPA loves shiny brewing kettles.
Not many folk here at 8.30pm, with the suits and shoppers long gone.
So I’d tell you the Tap suffers from “Too Many Beers” syndrome, and certainly doesn’t need guests, but it’s possible the town youths jigging away to Scoot and JJ Zizz on a Saturday night switch to cask at 1am.
I ordered Mrs RM a Thai Beef salad and pint of Green Devil. Sadly on keg, but you need to go to Musselburgh for the cask version.
My Citra was decent enough (NBSS 3), but a little less cool and fresh than the immaculate exhibit in the nearby Yard of Ale. The Tap is not always the top (that’s my line).
The Thai food isn’t bargain but it’s very good; Wrestlers standard.
Business was slow. A businesswoman with suitcase approached the bar and asked for a pint of IPA, which was off.
“A pint of Green Devil then”
“Are you sure you want a pint. It’s quite strong“. Didn’t aske me that.
If they’d said that to Mrs RM she’d have flattened them. She got her pint.
retiredmartin 
Weird to see guest beers so much cheaper than their own stuff.
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Scott,
The other beers have ‘provenance’.
I think Oakham are getting a bit uneasy about their beers being brewed twenty-five miles from Oakham.
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“Oakham” is a state of mind, surely, rather than a place. “Are yem feelin” oakem today ?”
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Not in public
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It’s a hundred years since some women, and all men, were given the vote but I don’t know if Proper Women Don’t Drink Halves will be properly accepted during my lifetime.
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All people can do what the flip they want but we shouldn’t be making any efforts to attract any particular segments with half-pint glasses, pink bottles or inside loos. That’s sexism, that is.
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Preferably Improper Women Don’t Drink Halves. Why should they be any different from Improper Men?
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All said and done that’s a lovely looking boozer in the US-style both inside and out.
Just a bit strange you’ve got to walk from one end of the bar to the other to see what ciders are on.
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I’d have the ciders on a table in the middle of the rail line to Newark.
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The other end of the bar ?
When I were a lad I had to go all the way to Somerset for some proper murk cider.
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That first photo looks like someone cut the top off of a very large Dalek. 🙂
“Possibly “cross the road Dearest” would have been sufficient”
Checking Google Maps I would have to agree. 😉
“(that’s my line).”
Catchy. 🙂
“Didn’t aske me that.”
Good lord. Maybe they should have asked for her car keys until she was finished. 🙂
“If they’d said that to Mrs RM she’d have flattened them.”
As would my better half. 🙂
Cheers
PS – “Didn’t aske me that.”
Is aske ye olde English?
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Yesee it ees Olde Englishe
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Glad someone spotted the Dalek resemblance.
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