Visiting pubs on a Thursday lunchtime in one of the world’s great cities, that’s a Proper Job. Though of course, not as commendable a job as the folk leading the Extinction Rebellion outside the Abbey. Fear not, pubs are safe with Stafford Paul.
Paul not only had the itinerary, he also had the annotated map. Being more courteous than that BRAPA, there’s nothing rude about Fenland towns scribbled on it.
Too early to check my tiny rucksack into the Z Hotel, so we did the new GBG entry that I’d found unexpectedly closed a month before. It took a while finding the entrance this time.
The Griffin, post-refurb by St Austell, comes as a bit of a letdown after the OGT.
“Very pastel” said Jon/Paul.
Bench seating of sorts, I guess. Mrs RM would like it, as they say.
Despite the potential custom from the nearby Christmas Markets (all tat) we’re the only customers at 12.30, which means I can’t ask “What’s going quickest, mate ?”.
Sometimes it’s traditional to try the three different beers if there’s three of you. Not here.
Yes, Proper Job in a Tribute glass. It looked tremendous, and was cool, fruity and drinkable (a GBG quality NBSS 3+).
But without a crowd it felt a bit sterile, and we only stayed for 20 minutes, long enough to come up with a shortlist for the next Beer & Pubs Forum Day Out.;
- Pyongyang (good beer says Jon)
I sense Wigan may be a bit ambitious.
It was time to take the hill to the Star.