WiFi gone rubbish again, so this little post comes to you via the Manchester tram from Eccles.
Wigston is only a mile west of Oadby, three south of Leicester, and shares those unique characteristics of small Leicestershire towns.
Yes, a Spoons and a micropub in a shopping precinct. No Bass here. Or bingo.
Charles still finds micropubs rather quaint, coming from the virtual micro free county of Norfolk. Or it was spared them when he left on Sunday morning.
The Tap and Barrel is one of those family friendly small pubs I warm to, bit like Wheathampstead though the children here didn’t ask for help with their Science homework.
If you’ve been to Matlock you’ll know what I mean. Take a brolly.
I’d normally tell you Charles asked for tasters.
Perhaps he did. I disown him when he does. Actually he just picked the one the bloke at the bar was having, which shows he’s learning.
Duncan would have been impressed with the Norwegian one from Flam, which I think Adnams imported in cans recently. Mrs RM will know.
Actually, we warmed more to a soundtrack that started with “Albatross” and got as far into the century as “Fake Plastic Trees” which is apparently an anthem in Leicester since Jamie Vardy’s wife named it as her favourite track.
It was very relaxed and chatty. And busy. And open, always a good thing in microland.
Then Charles started wigging out to Valley Maker, who are less exciting than they sound, and check-in called.
“WiFi gone rubbish again”
How on earth would one play the Trivial Pursuit DVD edition in the photo above?
“Yes, a Spoons and a micropub in a shopping precinct.”
I believe that’s called ‘cornering the market’.
“The Tap and Mallet is one of those family friendly small pubs I warm to”
From the photos, it almost looks like someone’s house.
“Actually he just picked the one the bloke at the bar was having, which shows he’s learning.”
Or lazy. 😉
“Pale one is Grey Trees, beer bores”
At first I thought you’d misspelled Grey Teas (from Siren) but then realised you meant the bitter above it.
“Duncan would have been impressed with the Norwegian one from Flam,”
Blimey. It’s the entire grapefruit!
“Ish”
Isn’t that when folks tend to slur their words?
“and check-in called”
A wise move my good sir.
Cheers
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I think you’ll find it’s called Tap & Barrel, Russ. Have no idea where Tap & Mallet came from. That’s the ironmongery next door.
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“The Tap and Mallet is one of those family friendly small pubs I warm to” – why does the sign on the wall say Tap and Barrel?
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It’s your eyesight, John. It starts to go when you hit 30.
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That’s why I read it as Tap and Spile !
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It’s called the Ale and Autovac now.
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You corrected it – sneaky!
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My gaff, my rules 😉
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It doesn’t look very permanent that place
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Liking these Midlands boozers … feasible for me and apparently multi named 😉
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