BLOGGERS TIP: Never pass up the opportunity for alliteration, even when you’ve no actual pub to write about.
Having failed to decide on lunch in Monkland (the Cheesesplaining incident), we stopped off at Leominster (NOTE : NOT pronounced Leo’s minster). past the point of caring about food provenance at 3pm.
Leominster suffers a bit against the county town, never mind Ludlow ten miles up the A49, but looked a bit more stately than I remember. Perhaps the free parking coloured my judgement.
No visit here is complete without a trip to the “Master of Butchery“, which sounds like a homebrewer attempting to create a drinkable session beer, or a Megadeth album from 1997.
Loads of antique shops for the Bargain Hunt fans, and this quirky little place in Corn Street to meet your Boosey & Hawkes needs. You can never have enough second-hand Donovan LPs either.
“Spoons or the grotty looking ’70s café” I said, having failed to track down an outpost of The Ivy. Mrs RM chose the Flying Dutchman, next to the millennium clock.
The view from the Dutchman’s top floor, the coffee and Bakewell tart rather sensational. You could have been in an ironically decorated Utrecht refectory. It was that good.
As soon as we’d left , Mrs RM decided she needed a comfort break, which is why Spoons exist.
In the Duke’s Head, two handpumps bravely pushed the local homebrew from nearby Swan. To be fair, the Ruffled Feathers was better here than in the GBG pub down the road, even if it had that distinctive “long-pull” flavour.
Not many customers at 3.30 on a Friday, though the suntrap courtyard may explain that. Lack of ale turnover may explain why the Spoons isn’t in the Guide.
In fact, there’s nothing in the Guide for Leominster, which feels a bit sad, however accurately that reflects beer quality.
In 2007 I had excellent beer in the Bell, the Black Horse and the Grape Vaults. What on earth could have happened in 2007 to decimate boozers ?