Looking at the 1,037 photos on my phone it appears I popped back home in between my week Up North to cook tea for our sons and take Mrs RM on a campervan break in Bury St Edmunds.
Not our first trip to the southern Bury, whose forward thinking Council lets us park overnight for a quid as long as we don’t tip the contents of our chemical toilet in the
plant pots River Lark.
But the nice man at West Suffolk CAMRA alerted me to an intriguing beer range in the unlikely sounding Tavern at St.Johns’s.
Yes, Otter, Lees and Ossett on the bar of a small former Spoons and now stylish bistro. It could be the southern equivalent to T’other Bury’s Clarence, at a push.
All that cask didn’t make sense, and apart from a few professional drinkers at the bar it felt an unlikely cask venue, but what do I know ?
Anyway, it was great.
The staff were cheery, the tapas was superb, and Mrs RM and I drank the whole cask range apart from the Adnams, It veered between OK and good, depending on whether it was Mrs RM or I with the pints.
And what looked like the entirety of West Suffolk’s school teachers drained the Chablis stocks as “Be Yourself Tonight” and “Africa” bounced around the room.
I’d have left after the first pint and the salt and pepper squid, but local legend Graham McGrotty (honest) was wowing Mrs RM with his (mainly) Dire Straits covers. Which weren’t Dire.
“I don’t do Kylie“, said Graham, before breaking into “Comfortably Numb“.
As Mrs RM finished her Wherry she let Matthew in on this world of musical discovery.
We even succumbed to a pudding in a desperate attempt to reflate the Bury economy.
As you’ll see from the top photo, we popped in a heaving Spoons for their craft murk, cleverly disguised as a £6 pitcher of cocktail, but somehow resisted the micropub…