Another short post about a pub I might have skipped over, having seemingly deleted any notes and my memory deleted any recollection of the Steam Packet in Littlehampton. Perhaps you could have a go at compiling your own alternative post from these photos.
I always like to bring you photos of floral displays in West Sussex coastal towns that you can convert into 2020 calendars.
And you can’t beat a pub with a masthead for a sign. You used to (in the 1860s) catch the ferry to Honfleur from here; perhaps some of you who are 175 years old enjoyed the service to France for tripe in the little bistro near the market ?
The Steam Packet was unexpectedly closed when I’d turned up on the Tuesday, despite looking the sort of riverside diner that should be packed with gentlefolk.
But perhaps the Littlehampton Spoons has killed all that, and the lunchtime trade was two Old Boys meeting up for a catch-up over a pint. Perhaps they were reminiscing about that tripe in Honfleur.
The word for this charming little pub was homely, with the best welcome I’ve had all month, even though I was only in for a half of Pompey Royal.
I’ll forgive the jam jars. It was terrific beer (NBSS 3.5+).
The German-sounding landlady asked what I thought of the beer and said thanks when I took the glass back.
Why can’t all pubs be like this ?