One of my favourite reads is Paul Bailey’s Beer Blog, mainly because he gives us so much context to his pub visits we get a real insight into his family dynamics.
I particularly enjoy the posts about his foreign trips with his son Matthew (a charming lad) and Paul’s determined (doomed ?) efforts to convert him to”proper beer“.
Last week I had to pop into my own son’s college to drop off his driving shoes (he’s taking lessons so he can drive me round Fife next year).
“Dad, can you take me out to that pub for lunch, my lesson is two hours away“.
That pub was the Queen Edith, Cambridge’s most recent new build and closest pub to Addenbrookes. Not that does it any great favours.
Now you’ll know that, at 17, Matt is getting the sort of Dad-to-Son chats about life that all 17 year olds get.
“Son, do you know why this pub is less busy than it would have been in 2007 ?”
“The original version of Twin Fantasy is the best, and don’t ever let me hear you say otherwise, young man”
“Promise me you’ll never dress like BRAPA” etc etc
We always have wide-ranging chats about pubs and Car Seat Headrest, and I always get told off for taking surreptitious photos. This Friday lunchtime didn’t look like there’d be anything blogworthy though.
The Queen Edith had been edged out of the Beer Guide, but would be a shoo-in anywhere north of the A689.
I went for the lower ABV mild, an acid test of quality on a slow-moving session.
“Where are you sitting ?”
“Over there near the old carpet”
“The carpet !”
Back at the table, Matt had obviously been reading my blog*.
“Are you combusting at those people all standing at the bar ?” I was.
All was forgiven as they turned out to be lab technicians, always great blog material.
Several of them had that Bayerische beer with the blue and white label; always a giveaway.
Most of the bantz was about colostomy bags and continence pads (mind, that’s pretty much my day as a volunteer OAP shopper). But eventually, the truth emerged.
“I keep an axe under the bed”
“I keep a rugby bat under mine”
“What a load of asinine dross”
I was surprised they didn’t start on the Mastermind.
It made an excellent creamy Minotaur (NBSS 3.3, same as the ABV) even better.
And Matt enjoyed a months supply of calories in one portion of nachos, half of which I nicked when he went to the loo.
*Actually the little traitor is a confirmed BRAPA fan.