Beer always tastes better in a straight glass, sat on bench seating, discussing pub life with someone called Paul, doesn’t it ?
Well, yes, of course.
But needs must, till Saturday. On my little trip to enjoy sunshine over the Backs tonight my choice was limited.
I really should learn to appreciate Cambridge before I leave it forever.
This little street (Malting Lane) between Newnham and Ridley Hall really is gorgeous.
Mill Lane down by the punts on the Cam is still where the youth (under 55) turn to in Summer, once the undergrads have headed home to Berkshire and Surrey.
No punts, just the odd canoe and this hipster heading for Silver Street.
In common with all the Greene King pubs in town, the Anchor looks a bit forlorn.
But The Mill has been milking it for a while now, serving socially distanced pints with that all-important plastic lid to folk lounging by the river.
Last time here it was all keg to take out. Tonight they had the Southwold Best.
SO friendly, thrilled to be back on the 4th (“YES WE ARE“) and prepared myself for an NBSS 3 pint of your 7th favourite BBB.
Reader, it was a 4. These things matter to people who put quality over choice.
I was transported back to a time in in the late ’90s when you went to Southwold for beer rather than sourdough and pashminas.
Rich, full-bodied, complex.
I told you that thin Adnams glass ruined their beers.