Mrs RM is a world traveller these days. Greenwich, Brighton, Maidenhead, Aberdeen, Southend and now Winchester, the place England half-backs retire to run coffee shops and insurance brokers. BRAPA will hate and love Winch in equal measure.
A snap decision; would I like to join her on Wednesday night ? My liver said no, my heart said yes.
The cheapest option in town was this place, at £109 with shared bathroom. £109 would buy you a week in en-suite in Newport (Gwent).
It took me 20 minutes to park without scraping the BMWs, by which time dusk was falling.
I really wanted to sod off and do the micropub in Southampton (another one !), but Mrs RM gave me those doe eyes and I succumbed to a tickless night in town.
What, apart from Mrs RM’s wit and the loveliness of the cathedral town, could make a night in Winchester worthwhile ?
A whole town of chain Italian restaurants, that’s what.
Mark, because he reads this stuff, will recall the Eclipse as the place we had sea shanties last year.
But it also had Doom Bar.
Not just any Doom Bar. The best Doom Bar I’d ever had, before the Sawbridgeworth Bull, anyway.
I’m sure Mrs RM would have preferred a G & T in the legendary Spoons, but I was making her partake in my beer experiment. She can slag me off on her on own blog.
“Try this! Guess what it is”
Not a word. If only pubs banned mobile phones, eh?
Who could find Brexit more interesting than talking to me about the cellar conditioning of Doom Bar?
Folks discussing Doom Bar, possibly
The soundtrack of “Don’t You Want Me“, (you know, that one) perfectly complimented some vibrant middle class banter about the driving test in Quebec (is there one?) and Welsh rugger
Anyway, as wonderful as it was a year ago, flat and complex. Would I lie to you?
Don’t expect the same score in your local Spoons though.