12th January 2020
I need to get a move on. 28 pubs from the West Country to come, two of them retiredmartin Top 10 entries.
But first a second trip to Ramsgate in five days, leaving me to stare longingly at the sole gap on the Kent map at Charcott. Wherever that is.
I’d popped down to Thanet to say hello/goodbye for now to Nick of Erlanger Nick fame. Nick was a great host while in Germany and a bit of an expert on Thanet’s 837 micros, bless him.
His journey from Erlangen to Ramsgate is probably best left for Nick’s book, if I’m honest, but I sent Sunday night hearing the edited highlights which make BRAPA’s blog seem like the Arsenal 1994-95 Season Review.
By a stroke of
misfortune the GBG micro was closing. At 6pm.
So we met at the Artillery Arms, which cruelly isn’t even in the GBG these days.
But what a cracker.
The reassuring sight of smokers at the door (sorry Nick), pints left unguarded at the bar, and a busier Sunday crowd than anywhere in Newbury or Maidstone or Cambridge.
Waiting for Nick and Crystal (woof !) on the bar stool I had chance to read the mission statement, which makes a lot more sense than most NHS mission statements ever did.
The keys words there are “hub of the locality” and “fun“. Compare that to the list of “Thou shalt nots” nailed to the front of a “Proper” micropub.
The beer is rather secondary to the fun.
By the time Nick arrived I was two pints of Gadds up/down, the Dogbolter edging out the No.5 by 3.5 to 3.
I found us a nice table on the homely raised section of the pub where Nick could feed Crystal and watched magic happen.
Perhaps it was the impact of the rhubard cider (NRCSS 4),
but I had one of those “Wow” moments you get once a month in a pub if you’re lucky.
Arthur Brown’s Fire gave way to a Mozart concerto (I think Crystal identified that one) and “We Have All The Time In the World” took on special meaning as Nick talked through life, love and loathing in Vegas.
It was what pubs are there for. I wish it had ended there after five pints, but it never does, does it ?