I should be in Liverpool today, visiting weird new craft bars with names like the White Star, Globe and Crown.
But unfortunately I’ve rather overdone it this week at Stafford, Crewe and IndyMan, which makes a good trio.
Crewe’s Travelodge has been my new home since Tuesday.
Though in truth I seem to have spent half my life at the UK’s saddest railway station, asking Virgin staff for cheaper tickets from Northern and Transport for Wales. Tom would be proud.
I’ve checked in the Public Records Office, and apparently I am the first person to voluntarily spend 3 nights in Crewe on holiday.
Two blokes, probably called Duncan and Luke, did spend a couple of days attaching football stickers to lampposts once, but both cancelled their 3rd nights.
Lots more Crewe to come, but I start opposite the Travelodge, with the rare sight of a family dining pub on a mini retail park that isn’t run by Marston’s.
Yes, it’s our Middleton Junction mates !
I’d used the Duke of Gloucester a few years before and been impressed by attention to detail (some would say twee) and an operation closer to Brunnning & Pricey* than Hungry Horse.
At 2pm the lunchtime trade from the big office park and gym has gone, so there was no-one to block my view of the pumps.
I think there may have been seasonals and other nonsense 5 years ago, but now you have a sensible choice of two, the same number as the other customers.
The Lees MPA comes with the house burger for a tenner.
It’s cool and foamy and a bit thin (NBSS 3), but would obviously waltz into the GBG anywhere north of South Queensferry.
Frankly, the grazing board for the burger is packed with value rather than taste.
Luckily, I will later discover that the Chinese takeaway opposite is a classic.