After Spoons on the Mall, I made a critical mistake.
“Shall we walk along Embankment to the Tower, my dear* ?”
Mrs RM seemed enthusiastic, but I’d forgotten the law of “inappropriate footwear“, which dictates that the person you’re walking with will never be wearing the right shoes.
Even an excellent tea in the Hare & Tortoise couldn’t change the tortoise into the hare.
So at St Pauls Mrs RM caught the tube to the Travelodge at the Tower, leaving me to the hard yards of visiting pubs.
Said it before, there is no better place in the world to wander aimlessly than the City of London between 19:32 and 19:58, as the folk on Project Calypso have headed north but the old pubs down alleyways are still pleasantly buzzing.
It’s a good job I hadn’t asked Mrs RM to climb the monument with me; then I’d have been in trouble.
Mrs RM had deserted me, but I had the next best thing. Having seen that the legends that are the Tand and E were down for the night in their luxury London pad (presumably remodelled to look like a Rochdale Sam Smiths pub), I’d asked if they fancied a quick pint. They never seem to need much convincing.
If only I could find my way to the Gherkin where a Craft Beer Co place was hiding.
I got lost in Leadenhall Market a bit too. But that’s a delight.
And then I stumbled on it.
This is the only Craft Beer Co. place I haven’t been to so it must be a cert for a future GBG entry, surely ?
To be honest, I couldn’t tell them apart if you blindfolded me and dropped me in Maidenhead Swimming Pool.
But the staff were brilliant, although the barman did ask me what sort of I beer I liked when I asked what I should have. Never ask me that.
Not enough custom for the cask, if you ask me, but the Electric Pale was cool and fruity and I’ll score it NBSS 3 when I find my WhatPub password.
The lovely Tand and his boss turned up, and decided to sit on the high table so they could see what was going on, rather than the low table in the corner.
As always, great company and I think we dissected Huntingdon. Very messy.
Opinions on the beers were mixed, but the mirrors are winners.
Almost as good as the century-old sanitation.
*Not in the expensive sense.