Last up in Teignmouth was the “community” pub.
Every proper small town has a place like the Brass Monkey, along with the “beer” pub like the Anchor and a Conservative Club playing Madness hits.
And a Spoons with palm trees on the roof top, of course.
The Jolie was well named, and heaving, and I had to sit on of those high tables against the wall next to a charging point, which was useful.
The ideal photo opportunity presented itself, but sadly the flat whites were fine.
The “Friday Fish & Chips Club” called. But you can’t visit the seaside and eat in Wetherspoons.
Far more traditional to find “Spicy Pork Rice” from a noodles hut on the beach.
£6 for a hot steaming plate of Thai goodness, half what you’ll pay in Totnes.
Suddenly I only had 22 minutes to get back to the station AND grab a beer in the Monkey.
Still time to note that Teignmouth is pleasantly pedestrianised, and just quirky enough to not be Felixstowe (sorry Felixstowe)
Anyway, eight minutes to do the pub now.
I’d left the Monkey till the end in the hope that it would get a bit of mid-afternoon atmosphere, but I entered to find just one other Old Boy (am I an Old Boy ?, don’t answer that).
Eagle-eyed readers will note the electronic jukebox display replaces the electronic beer display here.
Just Tribute on the pumps, so it should be good.
It was OK, and I don’t mean anything by that than it was OK. But when you get a single-pump pub in the Guide you sometimes expect magic, I suppose.
But a Proper Pub, lots of banter at the bar, and the next song up on the jukebox was this rarely heard “classic“, in the way that every passable dance/funk ’80s hit is “classic” these days. At least it wasn’t “Sit and Wait“.
But never mind all that, what did you find in the Gents, retiredmartin ?
I thought you’d never ask.