An unexpected opportunity to “clear Hertfordshire” on the Friday, taken gratefully.
As usual, a flying visit followed by messages such as “you should have done the micro” or “why didn’t you call me I’d have met you in the Steam Punk pub“.
No Steam Punk community in Hemel, but no Sam Smiths pubs either in one of the UK’s GBG deserts.
The only GBG entry I can see in 25 years old in Central Hemel is the Full House, the roughest Spoons in England (don’t @ me).
Which is a bit surprising, as Old Hemel is rather Dickensian with its handsome supply of coaching inns.
With a decent camera you can make Old Hemel look almost as attractive as Hatfield, which is quite a skill.
But I won’t be advising Dick and Dave to divert from Bridgnorth to visit a lone street of barbers, bridal couture and light entertainment.
Even on Friday lunchtime, there’s very few takers for bargain Thai and curry lunches.
So what’s got the Old King’s Head into the Guide after 349 years?
I have simply no idea.
Clearly not the local beers.
I stood at the bar, two pound coins in hand, and waited. And waited.
Finally one of the gaggle of customers discussing their Christmas party booking intervened on my behalf.
“Tracy there’s a customer, did you know?”
Tracy was folding napkins and clearly didn’t expect customers, but was very polite when called into action.
I admired the historic interior, as you’re supposed to,
and looked for the earliest opportunity to dump a dire half of straw flavoured Youngs.
And that was that.
Five minutes away, there’s a micropub bringing “much needed choice“.
Stuff choice. Give me great beer.
And great street names.