I guess this post is 2001 AD (Anywherebutcambridgewill Do).
A lovely day to be beside the seaside at Herne Bay. Note how lesser blogs merely make pubs look like they’re leaning; I make the whole of the North Kent coast slope.
Now, Herne Bay is a rather overlooked little resort, the Clacton or Filey of the South, perhaps.
It suffers from being stuck between Whit”Pashmina“stable and “Dahn to” Margate, but I guess there’s not much it can do about that until the End of Time.
Only two visits before, one for the excellent Spoons and one for two micro pubs whose arrival was no doubt greeted by dancing in the streets after too much Old Dairy. And then, not a jot since 2014.
A walk along Saxon Shore Way, named after the Spoons, reveals that the little blob (above the words Canterbury District on the OS) out to sea is the end of the pier, left isolated by fire and storms. Perhaps one day they’ll stick a micro pub there.
The long central parade is also colourful and characterful, though it lacks the essential overpriced seafood restaurants and distressed clothing boutiques that make Whitstable an essential stop.
The ancient clock is bookended by a Sheps and a Spoons.
I chose the Spoons, as you can have unlimited flat white with your £4.60 Mushroom Benedict and listen to Old Boys talk about being 73, romantic assignations and all.
I resisted the 6% seasonal from Old Dairy, and headed for the town’s 3rd GBG micro.
The High Street is quiet, but has lots of banners exhorting us to shop local rather than drive to honeypots like Sittingbourne or Sheppey.
Lots of potential, as they say.
But there’s nothing I want ! Especially not “collectables“.
The Parkerville has collectables. And the most micro of micro exteriors. I only walked past this one twice.
Pleasant, professional set-up with live music, some way off the Herne model.
You won’t believe me, but I didn’t have the Plum Porter. Traitor !
I also resisted the authentic chunky cheese & onion cobs, having just had breakfast. Not that that stopped me in Manchester.
No, I like Gadds, the modern Robinsons of Thanet. Consistent, tasty beers with unfussy branding.
Lovely cool, rich Gadds No. 4, with good music (don’t ask me what), some banter at the bar and proper tables.
It’ll never catch on.