I told you there was loads of this stuff to get through.
My hope weren’t high for the Hackney Carriage, your archetypal South-east London micro in a small row of shops flanked by funeral directors and the Chunky Teapot.
“Sorry about the mess” is what you want to hear entering a pub at opening time. If you’re a PubMan.
Our heroic Landlady had arrived to find a beer barrel had exploded, and soaked the floor. For once, high tables looked a sensible furniture choice.
Bless her, she’d mopped up the worst AND opened on time. Yes folks, opened a micro on time. Awards will be given.
“Sorry about the smell” But it smelt of beer !
A nice little beer board. Something for the Mrs RMs at 8.4%, something dark, and something relatively local.
I’m not just saying this because I felt sorry for her, gamely chatting away and mopping up mess, but her Wealdway IPA beer was wonderful. Cool, rich, complex. An NBSS 4.5 for the ages. I told you beer quality was on the up.
Really great toilet art, too, most of which I can’t bring you. Looking back at this, I do hope I didn’t go in the Ladies by mistake.