I’d been hoping for a Proper Night Out in Derby with Charles; the curry must be OK there. But it hasn’t happened and I need to finish Derbyshire off so I can start on the more challenging counties. Like Fife.
The Standing Order has been irritating me. I’m sure I’ve been to more Spoons there than just the legendary Babington Arms. You know, the one with 17 handpumps.
Perhaps I have. Perhaps it was the Thomas Leaper that stands right next door, taunting the Standing Order with its discos and bright lights. I will never know, and now it doesn’t matter.
Before I went in, I had a look round the most genteel part of the city centre.
What do you notice ?
Yes, not a soul around. No more than a dozen people between the market square and the cathedral at 11.30. Where can they be ?
Ah, of course.
A good thirty gentle folk dotted around the dining area, a few at the bar, in a sprawling and rather beautiful building, almost up there with the Bristol/Glasgow /Fleet Street bank conversions.
Due to Derby City listed building regulations, they seem to have the original 1997 signage still in place. Visit while you can.
I didn’t count the self-service coffee machines (I hope there was more than one) but I did count the handpumps. Three banks of them. The one with Bass on was hidden round the corner. My excuse and I’m sticking to it.
I make that eighteen, though one was off. I suspect some Spoons haters are whining about that one on Discourse as I type.
Not much under 4.5%, sullen service, and it’s a Spoons. But you can have a pint of Oakham Inferno for £2 (with your voucher) which is thick, rich and smooth (NBSS 4). The Old Boy on pints of Gorlovka seemed to be having fun too.
What more could you want ? Frankly, I reckon I’d have had more fun at BeerMat’s pick on the same day.