Yes, I’m in a rush to finish the 2018 blogging so I can get on to my “Best Of” posts. Will that Milton Keynes Ember Inn make the cut ?
Last beer of the year, from rural South Leicestershire. Bass lives here.
The Railway in Countesthorpe was closed at 3pm when the GBG said it would be open last month.
Under the pressure of my usual interrogation, the Landlady admitted the Friday opening time was now 3.30pm. “Normally“. Another 5 minutes and I’d have caught it.
On Saturday lunchtime I had the Railway all to myself at 1pm, which just shows Countesthorpe folk think there’s better things to do with their time. They’re wrong, of course.
Three pumps, two magical beers, a choice to have one R. Coldwell gnashing his teeth in hipster beer frustration.
I admire the way the spare pump, presumably reserved for Cloudwater Passionfruit Saison, has a Christmas hat on it.
And I admire those folks at Leicester CAMRA for adding another plain boozer to the Guide in 2018.
Plain is Perfect in this case.
The landlady is perfect, too, cheery without being nosey, and leaving me to my life on Beer Twitter while she watches the extended highlights of “I’m A Celebrity“.
I ask for a cheese and onion cob.
“I’ve got a cheese and onion mix“.
It says “c + o“. But it had chicken in it. I said nothing.
The exploration revealed an attractive games room just waiting for some oik from Cambridge to play skittles and hit the ceiling with the cheese. But not me. Not today.
More sedate pub games are available for the millennial.
Little concession to modernity here, with no WiFi or card machine.
I drained the Bass, a cool pint with tight foamy head close to a NBSS 3.5.
And said goodbye to 2018.
“Thank you darling”
And with that, I opened the door to the Old Boy in the “Masters of the Universe” T-shirt.