I know you’re desperate for news of Mrs RM‘s latest venture to keep me in the style to which I’m accustomed.
She’s alternating between Northampton and Cambridge Councils, doing something involving IT, whatever that is. The Cambridge version of her job takes place at Castle Hill, the highest point in town (i.e. about the height of the Fosters cans in that Weston post arranged in a pile).
There’s loads of pubs nearby, none of them used by office workers, of course.
The other week we went to the Castle Inn, run by top Southwold gin manufacturer and wine merchant Adnams. That one loosely specialises in cheap burgers, there’s a Charles Wells place that leads on pizzas, and of course the Pint Shop is all about the scotch eggs. Talk about shameless cultural appropriation of food styles.
The Architect (aka County Arms) is probably the pub I’ve walked past most without going in, a dull open-plan interior and unloved Everards beers surviving a number of improvements.
Be honest; would this lot pull you in off the street with those Adnams grapefruit murky IPAs over the road ?
Having built it up for you, I can now tell you this. It has the best service of any restaurant (it’s no pub) anywhere in Cambridge. Cheery, unfussy, efficient, chatty.
Mrs RM had a pint of that real ale* and they didn’t say “Are you sure you want a pint ? it’s 5% you know” like they do in Peterborough.
I’m not daft; I stuck to the keg Titanic Stout, served in one of those thick glasses we all adore. I can’t believe it’s not cask, smooth and gorgeous.
Mrs RM struggled with her cask, “tired” is the polite word. She plucked up courage;
“I’m sorry, this just doesn’t taste right”
“Oh sorry, what else would you like. Come and have a look“.
None of the “No-one’s complained/supposed to taste like that/you’ve drunk some” you sometimes get. They even turned the pump clip round. Oddly, they also asked if she’d like to keep the beer she’d just rejected, but let’s gloss over that.
The Sunchaser was better, apparently, and the cod and calamari were what we call “trenchermen portions”. Not sure about the bumps on the fish though.
Good service should be recognised, even if this doesn’t look like a viable cask outlet to me. Go for calamari, chip and peas, washed down with Burslem’s finest.
*There was no Brew Dog on.