By my reckoning the earliest you could have had a new GBG tick in 2019 was at the Sandpiper, Paisley/Glasgow Airport, mere miles from the Pubmeister’s moth collection.
If I could have been there for the 5am opening, I would have been. Perhaps I will, someday.
Instead, It Begins In Lincolnshire, which sounds like a horror film starring Emma Stone, whose appearance in “Battle of the Sexes” I somehow omitted from my Awards.
The motto for Caythorpe is “Nothing to see here, move on“, but myself and many middle-class escapees from Sleaford ignored the sign and enjoyed a ten minute walk round the village before the Red Lion opened.
There are two (very minor) revelations in what is a 3rd tier Linc village. Firstly, I’ve never been here before, a rarity. And secondly, a Proper Pub has just re-opened.
Despite the appeal of Doom Bar and Golden Best, I resist the appeal of the Waggon & Horses, which guarantees it’ll be in the next Beer Guide (due Oct 18th 2019).
There are 3 things in Lincolnshire life you can guarantee;
- An inability to buy the Sleaford Mods CD in Sleaford
- The pub will be called the Red Lion, even if it isn’t
- There will be a clutter of well-dressed people standing at the bar, dithering
As is the modern way, it’s Adnams rather than Batemans at the bar, but the Moretti has run out so it takes a while to get served. I genuinely had no idea that lager ever ran out.
Four areas to the pub, all serving diners, so I choose the one with the best view of nothing.
The drinks order at the bar seemed to consist of Worcester Sauce, which suggests that some folk had a late night. Always go to bed early on 31 December, folks.
Mind, the fire smells great, a definite highlight. My seat also enabled the grown-ups to stare in amazement at me as I didn’t order food.
More amazing was the ’90s soundtrack; “There She Goes” and “Ironic”, ironically.
My first beer of the month was OK as OK gets, an odd taste but not deeply unpleasant (NBSS 2.5). Worcester Sauce may have enhanced it. Try it at home.