I’ve changed my mind about blogging every pub. There’s some real duds in Bucks, but you guessed that.
The Chequers in Westoning, in the dullest bit of dull Bedfordshire wasn’t exciting, but it was so beautifully run I’d be amiss to skip it.
What is there to say of Westoning?
Nice clock. Will that do?
Oh, and Nadine Dorries lives here.
Otherwise the Wiki entry is the dullest I’ve ever read, so you can assume the rather lovely Chequers is Westoning.
I didnt see Dorine, but presumably she’s as impressed by the jam jars as I am.
“Good evening Sir”
“Can I help you Sir”
“Is that all Sir”
Yes, a pint of Otter is all.
Pretty good too, smooth and cool, NBSS 3+. A rare find.
I decided I wanted some nuts, a portion so big I decanted half of it into a Lloyd’s cash bag and took it home.
Across from me, the man in the Pere Ubu T-shirt was a picture of contentment as he waited for his burger.
“Here you go, Brian, pint of Mad Goose”.
Table service for beer. Or perhaps just for Brian.