First of all, some advice for aspiring pub bloggers. If you’re creating a post on your mobile phone in Tesco Costa waiting for the RAC, don’t sit on your phone and publish before you’ve actually wrote anything. If he reads this blog, thanks to the hipster helper from RAC for fixing my AYGO.
After some trad Old in Cambridge‘s newest contender, I couldn’t resist a Mild in one of the old stalwarts. Dick and Dave still have this one to look forward to, as well as the exceptional beauty of the Kite (though it was better before the Grafton Centre).
New Landlords, only the third in my memory, but the Free Press looks unscathed.
If I come back in a week’s time and there’s a help-yourself coloured vodka machine in the snug I’ll look daft, but for now the interior looks as stained by Cambridge life as ever, and the XX Mild survives (top).
Roger Protz’s famed article on no-smoking pubs is still yellowing in the outside Gents.
Simon had the XX here on his last Cambridge caper, and so did I. What a great head.
If there’s a better pub than this to waste an afternoon drinking Mild and reading the paper than the Free Press, it’s called the Royal Oak.
Quite a chilled pint, but thrillingly tart (I read that in BRAPA’s beer tasting notes) and drinking a lot stronger that its 3%. A great start to the new regime.
It tasted even better outside in the sun. I’m sure there’s science to that.
Oddly, I wouldn’t have been able to enjoy an afternoon pint here on Tuesday a few years ago. Sadly, few other idlers and “homeworkers” were taking up the bonus opening hours implemented recently.
And if 3% Mild isn’t enough, there’s 10% Belgian beers at the end of that lane.