retiredmartin

I loved the Badger’s Arms in Long Buckby, and I know BRAPA will too.

How can you resist a place run by a Mr Badger (or indeed, Mr. A. Badger).

They’ve even opened a railway station half a mile down the road for Si’s visit in in 2027.

I covered Buckby three years ago, and all I have to add is this Cure-themed craft bar which provides haute couture to felines as a sideline.

Back in early 2017 I noted the King’s Head was Long Buckby’s first ever (ever) GBG entry, a bit surprising for a small but bustling industrial town.

Small but bustling industrial towns (2 Indian restaurants, 2 Chinese takeaways, artisan coffee place) tend to be fertile ground for micros like the Badger.

I took the wrong door, of course. There’s a homely “Margate micro” style lounge for the less able who can’t make it up the stairs.

It took me a few seconds to realise the bar was upstairs and this wasn’t a modern parlour pub with an octogenarian landlady about to enter.

As the sign says,

Upstairs you’re greeted by Mr A. Badger himself.

And one of those exciting boards with lots of words on it.

Two fellas in the corner had beat me in, but were drinking cider and ginger beer so I couldn’t copy them. Better go for the one that’s not hoppy, then.

As you can see, hardly an ale-only micro of Herne Rules fame, and all the better for it.

You’ve no chance of avoiding the banter. Two blokes told me all you could ever want to know and more about Long Buckby; industry, incomers, Indians, irritations.

The Christmas Fayre was looming.

“Who the **** is Santa this year ?”

“That bloke who collects crisps packets”

Wonderful little place, but I sense you’ll have to find that out for yourself.