Today’s cover stars are Barb and Richard from Chicago, where pizza was invented in 1492 and it’s even scarier than on “The Wire”.
Barb and Dick, and Dave and Joan, were finishing their latest attempt to save UK cask by drinking it.
Mrs RM and I, along with special guest Curry Charles, met them at Hammersmith Station for some London Pride in the Dove.
Once we’d worked out the way to the Thames from the train. Hammersmith is the “new” New Street of the South.
Everyone is going to the Dove these days. BRAPA, Newbury Tim, Pashminas Pauline, the Southworths and Sir Quinno.
Seeing the throng outside the Blue Anchor, I reckoned our chances of nabbing 7 seats in the Dove on a Summer Saturday as high as 0.7%.
But I didn’t marry Mrs RM for her driving skills. No, it was the sheer nerve that claims she’s the Oriana on the the reserved sign that impressed me. She may have said Ariana actually to try and boost her celebrity claims.
So we had a couple of hours till Suzanne, either of Human League or Leonard Cohen fame, showed up.
Long enough for a pint of Pride and two ESBs each. We’ll let Barb off, she’s still in training.
Dave and Joan drank at Stafford Mudge pace in their efforts to save cask.
Not that the Dove needs a lot of help, though I reckon Peroni still outsells Pride by a margin.
A great time was had comparing road trips and deciphering Dick’s famous notes.
Being completely honest, the pub beats the beer. I reckon the Pride is the right side of OK, and the ESB slips down a bit too easily for the strength.
But I cant fault the staff, or the views, or the company.
And that’s what really matters.