You left me one pint of 6% Green Devil down, and Brighton one-up on Derby, to the joy of no-one. Possibly not even Brighton.
It’s a good job I know the Chesterton area of Cambridge better than anyone semi-alive, having had my first balanced ledger and doner kebab there.
I literally bumped into Leon and Charlotte on the bus stop outside across from the Haymakers, a pub recently slagged by BRAPA and resolutely defended by me.
Quieter than it is at 6pm when the young pros pop in for pizza, but graced by the Milton Brewery founder Richard Naisby himself.
If you’re expecting beer tasting notes you’ve come to the wrong place. Charlotte and Leon were great company to chat with about the regeneration of Bradford and Halifax and how Leeds get weird as you cross the A1, but I’ll leave that there.
I thought the Milton Beers were OK (NBSS 3). Charlotte had been championing the cause of the visiting Stockport beer; we should have taken her advice.
Mrs RM will tell you about the time I met a visiting groundhopper (from Mansfield, unbelievably) on his way to the Abbey Stadium and got him completely lost. Twice.
Luckily Leon knew to follow the canoes.
They led us, probably, to the Green Dragon, traditional pre-match stop for U’s fans.
At 2pm the only match was more traditional.
Look how much effort those lovely Greene King folk have gone to to convince you they have interesting guest beers.
But I care little for provenance. That Late Hopped Pale Ale was superb (NBSS 3.5+), so what do I know ? The Dragon was bustling and cosy and I’ve warmed to it recently.
By now Leon had 20 minutes to get across the Common to the ground, so I held him up by taking photos of abandoned boxing gloves, a tradition that dates back to 1675.
A quick pint had turned into three, so it was inevitable I’d find my train back home delayed by 20 minutes, legally necessitating a quick half in the Old Ticket Office.
I can’t claim that Cambridge’s station bar is the cosiest place in town, but it’s got the widest cross-section of pub life (FACT !) and lovely beer that’s just below cutting-edge.
So I get my Almasty fix, the Posh Lady gets her two halves of Bulmers, and a drunk Scot gets to ask for a top-up on his NVB Simple Pleasures. Twice.
I do hope Charlotte and Leon enjoyed our wonderful city. We try our best.