retiredmartin

This post has been designed by computer to appeal to my audience by addressing their core interests;

• The death of cask
• Greene King
• Old folk arguing about splitting the bill
• Taking back your pint
• Pudding
• Pub cats

Some of you will remember the Ship in Brandon Creek.

Yes, the campervan is back on the road in preparation for its big trip to End of the Road in Dorset next month.

(Free) parking, pies, pints and pudding.

On a drizzly Friday night it was quieter than it will be today, with fishermen, boaters and the Littleport Possee making up a modest turnout.

The Ship was Cambridge Pub of the Year once, you know. Back in 2000 you could get that with Adnams Bitter and City of Cambridge Hobson’s Choice on the bar.

I reckon the Ship may have changed hands (again, it’s an A10 ritual), as the Adnams has made way for Greene King IPA and Morland Original. At least that means an end to those dreadful Southwold glasses.

Not that the core custom was much bothered what the cask was.

Well, what drama. No, not the almost inevitable debate about whether Pat was treating Peter this time.

The duff pint.

We had one of each, Mrs RM winning the cask ale lottery with a cool, rich Morland that veered between NBSS 3 and 3.5.

I got a glass of glop.

“What do you think, Mrs RM” Always ask Mrs RM.

“Oh no !”

At the bar, I used my default line.

“Excuse me awfully, I’m really sorry but, possibly end of the barrel”

The Landlady apologised, changed the barrel and brought me a fresh pint. No quibble.

The replacement IPA was good enough, but not as good as Mrs RM’s second Original. She’d have had Punk if they’d had it on, mind. Should be mandatory.

Decent lamb shank and chicken and leek pie, but for once we faced a dilemma.

I asked Twitter for advice. And then ignored it.

What more could you ask for ?

Well…

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