My headline writer is on holiday this week so I’ve had to create one by picking random ’60s LPs with a vague Wycombe connection and adding the words “Craft Beers” for outrage factor.
The last time I mentioned Wycombe on this blog I triggered a resident, so I’m going to be a bit careful with my words.
A town most famous, of course, for an entry in the Guinness Book of Records for “longest time taken for an away fan to exit an association football ground (37 hours)“. And a chair.
I started my journey with some intriguing street art near the new Aldi, which I understand has sent the town into the proverbial Rapture with its bargain frikadeller.
Wycombe, high or otherwise, had provided me with a mere seven GBG entries over 25 years.
That may sound a lot, but contrast that with twenty-two in Reading or twenty-three in Durham. And of those seven I could only name Flintknappers and Bird in Hand, the two regulars.
So I hadn’t been for a while and was a bit taken aback by the sparkling new Eden Shopping Centre, a Cathedral to womens’ fashion and overpriced sandwiches.
Behind Eden, the old Wycombe struggles on.
That Rose & Crown was actually my favourite in town a decade ago. Still looks great.
Crossing the A40 from Eden to the remnants of the pleasant Old Town (allow 20 minutes to cross the road) I find the comforting sight of favourites such as the ’90s Spoons and older All Saints.
The Mad Squirrel Brewery Shop Emporium has made a spirited attempt at the longest pub name in the Guide, and provides the good folk of Bucks with their lunchtime craft fix in fine style.
Though of course it’s all about gin and pizza these days.
I know how much Mr Coldwell enjoys keg taps on white tiling.
Like the Red Willow Tap in Macclesfield, it’s a smart airy place with good staff and reasonably priced cask (well, under £4 a pint anyway).
There’s a few folk finishing their pizzas downstairs, and a couple of mates working through the beer list. The Berkhopsted (geddit ?) is cool and tasty, I can’t knock the quality (NBSS 3.5).
And the view to All Saints is so relaxing I forget to take notes. But I’m not sure anything pubby actually happened.
Sometimes it doesn’t.