As you’ve asked (you really haven’t) here’s the pics from my inadvisable 20 minutes trip to the Spoons in Redhill.
20 minutes isn’t much, but it was long enough to get from the station, barging past 417 schoolchildren to the Sun, order a pint and chicken dippers, and still get back for the train to London Bridge.
Yes, that’s the best I can make Redhill look, dark and menacing.
The Sun clearly hasn’t had a penny spent on it since my 1998 visit, which I like.
Back then, the Autumn Spoons festival was a big thing. And not just with weirdy beer tickers with Panda Pop bottles.
Younger readers may be staggered to learn that as recently as 2001 the Regal in Cambridge imported Barrels of Rauchbier for the Spoons festival, to the delight of visiting Wigan Athletic fans.
Where did it all go wrong?
Weird seasonals, pointless collaboration Ales, beers with daft names.
Except in Redhill. At the bar, an excitable young man (it’s always men) saw my £1.49 pint of Camerons and asked me what it tastes of!
“Here mate, have a try”
He looked repulsed. He was after tasting notes!
Actually, pretty well conditioned and cool, if a bit chocolatey (NBSS 3+). I’d have told our beer enthusiast that if he’d hung around.
The ching-ching-ching behind me revealed the fruit machine winner. A Carling drinker, obviously.
I hit the jackpot too, arriving 40 seconds before the train left Redhill.
I may never be back. Think on that.