This little crawl was turning into an advert for Cambridge’s Proper Pubs, and for not walking more than a dozen steps between pints.
Mind, neither Mrs RM or me have ever been able to resist the charms of the Elm Tree, with its cheery service, strong Belgians, breweriana and BBBs.
What’s this ? What’s this !
One of the locals had provided the classic 1990s pump clip, which would surely add 0.5 to the NBSS score. Yes, I made sure Andrew had the first pint, too.
“Oooh, suplhur” I said. A real joy, and the first pint of Pedi I’ve had in Cambridge since the Empress had it on for her Old Boys.
Keep it on, Elm Tree, please.
Time for one more before Evensong or punting or buying olives or whatever Cambridge tourists do these days.
Time for the Champion.
Always in our hearts and now back in the Guide with its cutting-edge beer range.
Pub Curmudgeon liked this a lot, I think.
The left-hand room was unusually quiet, so we turned right.
Having swiched from localish beers to Pedi, I went full northern with a pint of Unicorn I can only describe as nectar.
Four pints in four hours, all of them NBSS 3.5 or better. I may have had the best of the bunch in each pub; I always do except when Mrs RM is with me.
And that was on a quiet Monday lunchtime. Cambridge’s reputation for good beer is intact.