I was always going to start back at Spoons after seeing these tweets;
And those were the nice ones.
This was re-opening day, of course, so you might not get the queues on your visit, but if you do follow the directions, just like the yellow brick road in the Wizard of Oz.
I captured the big moment on video for you, it makes a difference from clips of karaoke in New Brighton.
Please note I can’t guarantee seagulls on your visit, but I bet the welcome will be as cheerful as here. Just don’t hug them when you say “Welcome back“.
No pre-booking of tables necessary, just turn up. I believe you should only have to book your driving lesson and your wedding, so it works for me.
Listen to or read the guidelines,
wash your hands and follow the arrows to the well-spaced tables and cubicles, choosing the one furthest away from the old wheezing woman.
Then order from your table on the App.
Well, actually the app wasn’t working, everything on the menu was unavailable, so a queue it was.
Like a children’s TV show hosted by Stu Francis in the 80s (ask Si) you have to stand in the circle or get told off.
I got told off, in a Geordie lilt. I’m always told off in pubs anyway.
It wasn’t busy, 16 in at 8.30, not a lot more when the alcohol licence clicked in.
Lovely Spoons by the way.
Lovely staff, too, explaining patiently the individualised condiments and the acceptance of CAMRA vouchers.
Plenty of space, and nice to see a few gentlefolk popping in to read the Blyth Bugle already.
Then, at 8.59, a mini surge to the bar.
The lady in front of me was ALMOST as excited as I was by the reduced cask range (Doom Bar and GK from memory).
The staff served behind their perspex screens, I didn’t ask for tasters (or top-ups),
and all was well with the world.
If there was carnage later, it wasn’t me.
I asked to fill in the Test and Trace form, the staff seemed surprised, but I love filling in forms.
Great to have you back Spoons, even if that makes me a ****.