Yes, Oadby ? 2 miles south of Leicester, venue for my last big outing in November.
A first trip out with Curry Charles since the dhansak and Rochefort 8 in Earls Court in June, an awfully long time ago. June in fact.
I had five GBG pubs to complete Leicestershire on Sunday, plus one for luck, a BRAPA-esque challenge.
Unfortunately one of those was a micro open 3-8 and another was a micro that closed at 6, making it improbable we could park up at the Abbey Hotel first and get the outliers done.
So, Charles got to navigate and drink while I consumed the dregs (allowability as a GBG tick confirmed by MXVI Ticking Conference).
Oadby has a plainish suburban High Street with Spoons, but our tick is in the exciting Olde Vlllage with top fontage and empty bakery.
A Proper Club with flagpole at half mast in sympathy with the death of craft beer.
“What does CIU mean ?” asked Charles.
“Something something Union” I replied. That settled it.
The door opened wordlessly (I know doors don’t talk) after our third ring.
We entered a vast open space housing snooker tables and bingo and Sunday boozing.
No cards requested, CIU or CAMRA, but I don’t think the beer was £2.50, anyway. Always hard to tell when a coke is part of the order.
The chap in front had ordered a pint of that Castle Rock “Heart of Glass” beer brewed to commemorate Blondie’s gig in the Crafty Crow in 1977. Charles had a half.
Except he ended up with a pint, the chap in front’s order having been somehow mistaken. I presume he’d asked for a pint of Bitter, meaning Smooth.
Yes, that was view. A great mixed crowd of
ale Bud drinkers.
Stevie Nicks sang about “Room’s on Fire” and as the bingo started it certainly was.
“Can we play ?” said Charles, who I think thought it was Sodoku.
No, we cant. I made him drink his pint too quickly, it was superb (3.5) but a bit chilled.
I think it went straight to his head as we passed a tyre fitter that he described as looking “a bit tyred” and insisted I include in the blog. He’s from Inverness, you know.
I kept him waiting at the door as I took the killer shot.
Enough fun. Time for a micropub.