Lots of posts from That America to come. Or perhaps not ?
Every great journey starts at an airport Wetherspoons, doesn’t it ?
With a 6.30am flight to come, I didn’t fancy the drive to search for a long-term car park in the attractive part of Crawley, so I got a family agreement to take the train. A decision that would come back to haunt me 10 days later.
Still, 5 minutes out of the station and we were in the on-site Bloc Hotel. And it was that quick; the nice man just asked my name and gave me a key card. Only Travelodge are that quick.
Bloc don’t give you much space, but they do give you good WiFi and a view.
The idea is we fall sound asleep at 10pm, wake up at 4am and are at check-in half an hour later.
“Do YOU fancy a beer in Wetherspoons ?” Note the emphasis on YOU.
I didn’t, really, but after 27 years of marriage I knew what she was really saying.
Having a Spoons 30 seconds away is as good as staying in a Wetherlodge or whatever they’re called now. It takes 7 years to get to the bar from the bedrooms in Bewdley’s George.
I’m not sure what a classic Airport Spoons is, but I know the Beehive isn’t one of them.
The carpet is a bit plain, it lacks the hen/stag chaos of Stansted and it doesn’t serve Bass.
Perhaps it’s quiet as the last planes for the night will soon be boarding. Still, immediate service is a first. AND they accepted my voucher, which brought a pint below £4.
Guess who had the Punk ?
Yes, cask is dead to Mrs RM (or vice versa). I think Punk in Spoons is one of the safest bets in a pub, but the Portobello was back to normal standards. Cool, foamy, a long pull keeping it just below NBSS 3.5. Best beer in Crawley then.
My last cask for 10 days ? We’ll see.
NB Somehow, the food always tastes better at Airport Spoons, too. Even if it costs twice as much as in Barnsley.