Because you’re worth it (you’re not) a bonus post from boring Buckinghamshire, courtesy of Mrs RM’s glamarous IT job.
According to the Great Spreadsheet, I’d never been to a pub in Chalfont before.
The posh area north of Uxbridge on the A413 is a bit of a mystery, though presumably it’ll be a regular trip for B. Johnson up to Chequers in a few months time.
Mrs RM had a Monday morning meeting with a translation company, probably translating Eton gibberish into BBC friendly slogans.
So after an arduous afternoon with the in-laws, I drove her half the way round the M25 to the Greyhound on Sunday night.
You expect upmarket 14th century coaching inns on the edge of the Chilterns, often with young lads and lasses drinking Peroni outside.
The Greyhound seemed quite pubby, certainly by Bucks standards. Obviously, BRAPA is your go-to for Bucks. Still bar flies and half tables though.
While Mrs RM reconfirmed all the details she’d already provided by email, I bought her a pint.
“Which one sells fastest?” I asked the charming barmaid.
The locals at the bar eyed me suspiciously, as if I’d asked for a bap in Dudley.
It’s a fair bet my question had never been asked before, so bewildered was the response.
Eventually she admitted both beers had been sold that day, so I bought Mrs RM a blonde beer as she’s blonde. I always think she appreciates the casual sexism implied.
Anyway, it was pretty good (NBSS 3+), better than the beer in the nearby GBG Brunning & Pricey, anyway. And the handwash (top) was more than a match.
Sadly I can’t read the pumpclip to put a score in WhatPub, so it’ll never get in the Guide.
As for Chalfont St. P, it ain’t half workmanlike.
But I always appreciate a dingey underpass.