I’m driving BRAPA round the hard-to-reach pubs of the Cambridgeshire Fens on Saturday; “Whittlesey, little to see” is my suggested blog title.
I’ll probably leave Si to his own devices this time, rather than distracting him from pub hubbub by pointing out how difficult West Oxon ticking is going to be. I can always count the fried chicken shops in Wisbech while he’s counting the number of fingers on the locals.
Pubbing on your own is nearly always best, as it allows you to explore the town in the rain before the pub. Sadly, Mrs RM had sprinted into The Station before I could convince her it was worth catching a cold to see the Spot On Snooker Centre. I’ll be back in Hucknall for the new micros soon enough.
Lincoln Green (brewery virtually next door), aided by Everards and in this case Star, have done a wonderful job of restoring neglected some Victorian Notts gems to life (see: Arnold).
The Station is classy*, like an upmarket Castle Rock in the lounge. The public bar is less frilly but Mrs RM didn’t get that far.
My only concern comes at the bar, with ten handpumps and as many keg taps behind the bar. How to choose for Mrs RM ? Pick the one named after our favourite Grantchester Tory author, I guess.
As if their own beers weren’t enough (and they’re good), they’ve got Hobgoblin as a guest. Why would you do that ? Plenty of beer drinkers, mind, as there always are in Notts.
The Lincoln Green website (which has all the information you need, apart from opening hours) tells us of their Arnold flagship ” boasts some 20 handpulls“. Can there be anyone who needs that much choice ?
Anyway, a proper community teatime feel, and Mrs RM said the Archer was lovely. It always is when someone else is driving.
*They were playing a calypso version of “Sexual Healing”. What more need be said ?