It was 4pm last Saturday. Mrs RM had just driven back from picking up her new motor (4 wheels, black) in Car Shop Northampton, where numerous enthusiastic young men had been attempting to talk to me about car stuff.
Matt was still in his pyjamas when we got home.
“Dad, where’s Doncaster ? Loathe and Lotus Eater are playing there tonight”
“Oooh, I like the Lotus Eaters” said Mrs RM, remembering the fey ’80s popsters that Mark Crilley may still have a picture of on his wall.
“Lotus Eater, not Lotus Eaters !” etc. etc.
“Oh. When is it ?”
“Tonight. Doors at 7.30pm.”
“I’ll drive you there in my new car” said Mrs RM. She’s worse than me.
Three hours later we were parked up in Doncaster Market Place.
Matt is still at that impressionable age where he believes in being in a venue at the time “Doors Open” rather than three hours later when the headliner comes on. He left us at the Market Place Alehouse & Deli and braved the Sodom and Gomorrah that is Doncaster on a Saturday night.
The Market Place Alehouse was a welcome burst of continental style grazing when it grazed the Beer Guide a couple of years back, before slipping out after a change of ownership.
I wouldn’t have suggested this for tea except a) Their deli boards were great before, b) Where else would you go ?, and c) I was intrigued by the Facebook reviews.
It’s a mainly daytime venue so was winding down, but they rustled us up some cheese and ham platters. As tasty as ever. As was their beer.
A micro pub style range of beers had a couple from the Jolly Sailor brewery up near York I raved about, and both were good or better (NBSS 3/3.5).
The new owners (ex-Sam Smith tenants) were really chatty, cynical about the glossy redevelopment of the town centre (they’d just returned from running a business in New Zealand) and seemed likely to come to blows over the music choices (only joking, but…)
“I Ran” by A Flock of Seagulls followed “Bette Davis Eyes“, before the man of the pub got his way and we had some Steely Dan deep cuts.
A long conversation about the relative merits of Heron Foods v Fulton, eulogising the latter’s frozen doner kebabs.
“What animal is doner ? I’ve never met an animal called doner. Apart from that reindeer in the song”.
At 8pm he shot off to “feed me cat and watch Strictly”. We set off for the bright lights of Donny.