Tuesday evening. The clouds cleared, and Mrs RM graced me with her presence on a walk round dead Cambridge pubs.
We stopped at the cash point at the magnificent Lloyds, but I’m STILL using the cash I took out on 13th March.
QUIZ – What’s the WORST name this “pub” has been saddled with;
Cambridge was quiet, bar the pizza munching of a few dozen Italian and Spanish youngsters, for whose custom and vitality we should be grateful.
Except for the pizza takeaway that used to be a Cornish pasty shop, the market had nothing for the hungry.
Now, book shops in Cambridge are allowed to look a little fusty, it adds to the appeal.
But pubs can look a little forlorn after 3 months of lockdown, with leaves piling up at the door and menus falling of the glass as blu-tack gives up the ghost.
So 2 cheers for BrewDog for opening up to sell pints of beer (in sealed containers for takeout), keeping the lights on in every sense and making Bene’t Street look half alive despite Greene King’s best efforts.
And their staff are unfailingly cheerful, particularly now they don’t have to give out endless tasters to taster scroungers.
They’d have a third cheer if they actually used that cask beer pump they installed.
But Mrs RM is no purist, and was happy to sink the 8.5% Skeleton Crew from Foley of Vermont. It was gorgeous, less fizzy than the BD stock beers that I’m tiring of a bit.
There are few better places to enjoy murk than on the wall outside King’s.
Yes, yes, it cost £7.51 a pint. Deal with it, Mudgies. Not many places will serve you a pint of 8.5% DIPA, even in Lockdown.
We made sure that no-one was attempting to topple Cambridge’s most famous statue,
and headed home.