I’ve had a complaint about my blog from regular correspondent Mr(s) Spam.
Chastised for not updating my blog often enough, you can expect a flood of froth now.
Starting with a trip to Proper Pub central; the hard-to-define area between the Dartford Tunnel and the posh Kent/London border towns of Sevenoaks and Bromley.
There’s been some top Guide boozers in the Darenth Valley over the years, including some Courage Best strongholds.
The Chequers may have had Courage Best on, but the taps were hidden behind the sea of newly-washed glasses at 11.30am (and I wasn’t first in).
Quite a bustle, with delivery men, Old Boys and cheery staff already fielding enquiries about a Sunday lunch session that was six days away. What is it with Sunday lunch ? About 20% of all trade on some pubs, I guess. Anyway, they’d finished doing chicken for the year, mysteriously. It must be Christmas.
What a peaceful pub it is. One bar, multiple drinking areas, beer mats, bench seats.
Elton John (’83 vintage) on the stereo, of course, so the Dark Star feels like the most modern thing in the pub apart from the barmaid. Cool, rich, NBSS 3+, but I regretted not having the Otter.
If I’d had more time (but you’re retired, retiredmartin !), I’d have no doubt sat down with an Otter and Susan Sallis’s “Time of Arrival” ( This book is a wonderful trip back in time to the romantic age of the steam railway – Mrs L Hover).
But I can buy it on Kindle for 99p if I get desperate. That’s progress.
And finally. For fans of southern toilet humour.
Welcome to the Beer Guide, Chequers. I hope you don’t get overrun by tickers.