I’m sorry to do this to you, but I have no say what goes in the Beer Guide.
In fact the only time I’d consciously been to Bourne End was to cross the bridge to the Bounty, one of the great “All Human Life Is Here” pubs. Unless I was brought here on my stag do en-route to Maidenhead (I wasn’t).
It’s literally the (Bourne) End of the line.
Very much a suburb of Wycombe and the aforementioned terror town, there’s one modernish High Street with the usual small-town chain shops.
And KEG. When they named it, was it a deliberate attempt to keep out of the GBG ?
To its eternal credit, KEG opens every day. That’s every day. INCLUDING MONDAY. For that alone I wish it well.
Inside, the usual high tables, sofas, and owners sitting in the bar so you’re never sure who’s going to pounce.
Pleasingly, a mix of drinkers, including a plasterer or two and Old Boys younger than me, if that’s possible !
True to its name, loads of Keg, most of it from folk you’ve heard of. Only one cask beer one (hoorah), and the Tring (again !) was cool and tasty (NBSS 3).
The bantering was all about “rendering“, which makes a change from the merits of Pumpkin IPA.
And you can see the musical ephemera that filled the walls. A bit obvious, unlike a soundtrack that included the best of Heaven 17, just for Mark Crilley.
It fills a massive hole, being the only bar in the centre of town. And it’s cosier than many a micro.
But. But. But.
Prosecco scented candles ? Seriously ?