I walked down Totnes High Street sulking about sour beer and shoddy service.
“Be More Kind” said the voice in my head.
Well, it is a lovely town.
And the Royal Seven Stars is a stunner.
Rather different from the Seven Stars of basic pub legend, or even the Falmouth Bass Haven.
Not a seat to be had outside or in, but a rather different crowd to the Trustafarian hell holes up the hill.
Gentlefolk, loved up couples, Old Blokes in Gillan headbands, a nice mix.
Now, I could be mistaken, but isn’t that chap on the top of the stairs our mate from Loftus?
I nearly had a Doom Bar, you can’t go wrong with our nation’s favourite, can you.
But the local New Lion Pandit IPA was in the middle of the bar, which must give it an odds on chance of going quickest (FACT).
I mouthed “four pounds thirty five!” under my breath as I handed over my fiver.
The barmaid laughed, knowingly.
I don’t think I’m paying £4.35 for cask on Cambridge yet.
But. There’s always a but. It was the beer of the day, a 3.5 heading to 4, cool and crisp and tasty.
Not bad for homebrew.