23rd December 2019
In case you’re wondering, I had been on the road for nearly a week by now.
Mrs RM was working away in Maidenhead (#Pray4MrsRM), James was home from Sheffield guarding Taylor Towers, and Matt was cutting hair till Christmas Eve, so I might as well bring him home when I returned. Nothing to do with staying out to do more pubs.
My last night was a £26 bonanza in the Holiday Inn Express on historic Hyde Road.
Only Quosh and I could so eagerly anticipate a stroll around the tight terraces of Denton/Reddish North/Dane Bank.
Every great journey starts with a walk under a urine soaked underpass with the A57 roaring overhead.
Rather like north Liverpool, a scarcity of live pubs but plenty of good uses for the dead ones.
Quosh was giving me advice on the
dodgiest cheapest Carribean cafes, but they were all closed so I found myself approaching the pub options.
Anyone sensible would have gone for Ox cheeks and Unicorn at The Robbies pub.
But who could resist the lure of the Crown Carvery at the Windmill over the road? *
Not me. Particularly not when you can dine with Roque Santa Cruz, City legend.
There’s a separate adult only area with a few Old Boys watching Sky.
I left them to it andentered a vast dining room full of joyous families, some of them determined to win me that Pinnocchio (you’re right, Mr Johnson Snr, it is tough).
WhatPub promised cask, but a coachload from Castleford CAMRA had drunk the Doom Bar dry on Sunday (probably).
£6 for a big plate of meat and six veg, £2.50 odd for the most interesting looking beer in the fridge.
Nice staff, eclectic soundtrack (Nick Mulvey, anyone ?), helpful customers who gave me advice on how to order, and a really good roast. Awful beer, artisan or not.
Do Go : for your 5 a day and 2,000 calories
Don’t Go : for your Untappd points, or whatever you do there
*Or is it Stonehouse, which I always confuse with Stonegate, CAMRA favourites.