Part 2 of our 2 part Leicester thriller starts with an amble across town to a small pub at the station.
On the way I tried to persuade Charles into the Ale Wagon, but I’m afraid he’s a delicate flower and walked past.
Now, a small (I assumed) pub at the station run by a small brewery with a dog on the pumpclip sounds like my stuff of nightmares, but this Parcel Yard is about the size of the Kings Cross one and has Bass signs out front, so what do I know (“Nothing” – Mrs RM).
While I studied the Bass porn, Charles made a dash for the bar, Stafford Paul-like.
Despite being a bit quiet, with all of Leicester tucked up watching Strictly repeats with Robbie Savage, it has a busy feel reminiscent of Reading’s Three Guineas. Does that make any sense ?
Decent beer, weird music. Even my “What’s that song called ?” app said “Who that ?”
It’s not exactly cosy, but it’s not without charm, and Charles luxuriated over a Green Devil which was not quite as good as the one at Staggs.
“It’s for the lack of an Autovac” I said.
It was 6.30 by now, the witching hour, and time for the final Leicestershire tick. Via the tourist trail, of course.
We’d past Wygston’s House an hour before, it looked like a party in progress, a place bound to be open late.
“You’re just in time lads. We close at 7” said the pleasant barman. He may have been pleasant but I’d have throttled him if we’d turned up 5 minutes later. To a soundtrack of “YMCA“.
Ah, Charnwood Vixen, the national beer of Leicestershire I mentioned just the other day.
Charles went for the craft murk.
It’s a smart old place, filling that Bruning & Price size hole in the market.
“At least it’s not “Pangle and Scrotum” “ said Charles, confusing it with Farrow and Ball.
While he was admiring the hand lotion, I admired some great drunken debate on the table opposite.
“I’m a control freak, but I’d like someone to take control and take me on holiday”
“I’d rather go on holiday with your husband“
“Oooh, keys in a bowl time !” prompting the scene at the top.
Charles was gutted to have missed that, and we were booted into the night before he could enquire personally about the keys, but cheered up at Shivalli, whose vegetarian buffet with freshly cooked dosa and paratha was truly stunning. My second great curry of the week. Great loos, too, and at our age that matters.
We were a bit stuffed, so walked the length of New Walk and took in the local culture.
Penelope Pitstop clearly came from Enderby.
We were quite taken with the statue of David Gower whacking Rory Underwood in the legendary tri-sport challenge of 1986. I assume the defender sliding in must be Steve Walsh but Steve Lynex is a contender. BeerMat will know.
Frankly, coffee and an early night called, but a quick half in the only Spoons I hadn’t graced seemed a good idea, and gives Charles a chance to see the famous market.
Here we met Shawn and cheery mates from Leicester CAMRA, and I’m delighted to tell you several of them were drinking Plum Porter (NBSS 3.5) in Spoons, so it’s safe to say they’re sane.
Well Shawn, not a duff pint or pub all night. And I’m sorry we couldn’t treat Charles to the Ale Wagon, but it’ll be worth it when he does get there.
And that’s yer lot for Leicestershire GBG20. Don’t it look lovely in pink ?
NB 675 words ? What on earth’s going on ?