WELL I HOPE BRAPA-MAN WILL REMEMBER, A SOUTHERN CAMRA MAN DON’T NEED HIM AROUND ANYHOW

 

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Perhaps my longest blog title so far.  Russ will know. And perhaps Simon will do a response to my response to his blog about Cambridge pubs.

Of course, it’s custom and practice for pub bloggers to slag off the local pubs of each other’s home towns, unless they’re visiting Stockport, of course.

But, as always, Simon is pretty much spot on about my own pubs, which do have a tendency to attract punters of the same shape and inclinations, compared to the “All human life is here” you get in, say, the Black Country.

And beer quality has been lower in recent years, with more scores below my basic GBG standard (NBSS 3) than ever.

But the Haymakers ?  I love that pub.  How dare he ?

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Pub sign commemorates BRAPA visit

I’ve written about the Haymakers before (here). It’s the closest place to me for Milton beers, is full of Post Grad intellectuals eating pizza, and there’s hundreds of bikes parked outside. At times half Milton Science Park appears to have left their geeky offices. Ah, perhaps I can see the BRAPA problem.

It was like University Challenge pre-season training”  wrote Simon in his little notepad, consigned to the seats near the toilet.

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Anyway, I made sure I turned up a) first and b) ready for beer by walking from Waterbeach, which is less fun than you might think in 26 degrees.

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Walking along the side of the Cam, a route seemingly not allowed by Bing Maps, saves you 15 minutes but means you get cyclists whizzing past you continuously.  Ring your bell folks, that’s what they’re for.

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Proper seats

Being first in means I don’t have to sit next to the Gents, and I get my pizza first, but it does also mean I have to have the first beer of the day.

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“Pint of Marcus for Mrs RM” – not today

My normal seat is the snug, but it’s a bit rude nicking that when you’re on your tod.

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Snug.  Sort of

That said, nearly all the tables are for groups, and I end up hogging a table for four.  If there’s anything to see, I’ll be able to see it.  If the large spoon doesn’t get in the way.

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Note proper glass for BBB

Anyway, the Pegasus is a solid NBSS 3.5, cool and tasty enough for me to declare Simon unlucky on the beer quality front.  The pizza is good too, but of course Si regards food in pubs as a crime against nature, and he’s probably right.

At the bar, I hear someone order the Brazilian (this isn’t a joke, Russ).

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A pint ?”

Oh, go on ! Why not !”

I’ll tell you why not.  It’s a complex beer, but like the Titanic Cappuccino Stout, a very difficult one.  Cool and well conditioned, it takes me all of 17 minutes to finish (NBSS 3.5).

By this time, an empty pub has become a nearly full one.  All-female groups in their late 20s are followed in by all-male groups in their late 20s, looking nervously for reserved tables (I can see why Si took against it).

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They’re probably scared by the soundtrack of weird prog rock. ’80s post-punk (Killing Joke) and ’90s indie (Beck) should appeal to anyone apart from Chris De Burgh fans, but Cambridge’s polite society are easily terrified.

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Milton’s seasonal beer. I think

The Haymakers may run on pizza sales but it feels pubby enough for a Tuesday lunchtime, with some folk even braving a half of the ales, though pints of tap water and bottles of Highland Spring are the sherbert of choice.

One group takes their reserved table, moves chairs about, decides it’s too nice to be indoors and moves their spoons in bottles outside, then returns to a different table ten minutes later as “It’s burning outside“.

The man in the Napalm Death T-shirt has seen it all before, and acquiesces to their every wish.

Top staff, top beer, Cambridge Millennial life at its very best/worst.  I order a Tiramisu and a half of Furnival (decanted into a pint glass, NBSS 4), then walk the 5 miles home.

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17 thoughts on “WELL I HOPE BRAPA-MAN WILL REMEMBER, A SOUTHERN CAMRA MAN DON’T NEED HIM AROUND ANYHOW

  1. Fair dos , it was just wrong time wrong place for me. Am sure had I been the first headacheless customer on a cool spring Saturday morning before a Hull City 5-0 win at the Abbey with quality Milton pulled from the teet of a cute long eyelashed Milton cow plus clean toilets, no students and a nice snuggy snug would have had me talking about it in very different terms. But I doubt it could beat Free Press even on a good day, but maybe that pub has bad days?!

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    1. Never apologise, never explain. You were dead right about the clientele, just unlucky with the beer and seating ! I saw Hull win 4-2 at the Abbey in ’93 (before you were born) and I’m sure your fans in their Tiger shirts were sucking from the teats of the cows on the common.

      Free Press is immaculate, and the beer is good, but I’ve found it similar to Haymakers in terms of punters, perhaps a bit Rory McGrath ! (not a compliment).

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      1. I just want to know, do these pubs realize how lucky they are, having pub legends evaluating their merits, one after the other? I mean, sure, sometimes the review is less glowing than they might like, but still… 😉

        I did love this blog title!

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  2. Why don’t cyclists ring their bells?

    Really pisses me off. We get it all the time on the psychopath going into Wetherby. One minute your walking along and then you look round and there’s two Mamils on carbon fibre bikes so expensive they daren’t let out of their sight. but publish online maps on Strava so that burglars know which house shed/garage to break into. They’re about a yard behind you breathing down your neck and you have to jump out of the way. Mrs C never knows which way to jump so she always chooses the wrong way. You stand there watching their fat arses wriggling into the distance. Ring your bell you cunts!

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  3. “Russ will know. ”

    Pfft. I was on holiday (in a manner of speaking) so you’ll get nowt from me. 🙂

    “Ring your bell folks, that’s what they’re for.”

    We get that with folks over here on our walkway by the ocean.

    ““Pint of Marcus for Mrs RM” – not today”

    Do the colours on the pump clip signs indicate a particular style of beer?

    “At the bar, I hear someone order the Brazilian (this isn’t a joke, Russ).”

    When I read that I was composing a reply with something like ‘smooth’ or ‘lacking boscage’. 🙂

    “It’s a complex beer,”

    Are we talking Pegasus or have we segued to the Brazilian? 😉

    “I order a Tiramisu and a half of Furnival (decanted into a pint glass, NBSS 4),”

    Hopefully just the Furnival was decanted and not the Tiramisu along with it. 🙂

    Cheers

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