I won’t make light of Norovirus (not to be confused with Nostradamus) and tell you that missing BRAPA by a day was the luckier escape.
The Richard Owen seemed a typical cheery Spoons when I popped in on Monday and enjoyed a half of Hawkshead Gold for 80p, obviously taking advantage of some Monday is Norovirus Free Day discount or other.
Actually, I’m 99% certain I’d already been to that Spoons, as we stayed at the adjoining Travelodge a while ago. But better safe than sorry.
Rustic, converted wine lodge style. Works for me.
If the Little Bare served you Owl infused DIPA sours this is the place to come for owl fanciers and solid beers.
Three friendly Old Boys moaning about mother-in-laws (not mine), 8 pints last night, draconian punishments (for station urination) and opining that “Christmas is for the kids these days“.
Look closely at the top photo and spot the Iron Maiden “Killers” t-shirt.
The bants turned to “draconian punishment” just as Pink started “What About Us”, thankfully at lower volumes than in Shifnal.
Outside I succumbed to the call of the bakers, as much because of the font,
as for the retro cakes.
My chicken and mushroom creamy slice was a solid NC&MCSS 3,with the emphasis on “solid”.