My nearest GBG targets, if they’re even open, are some 3 hours away now.
So I’ve been celebrating the return of pubs more locally, enjoying some unexpectedly great beer.
A while ago (probably 1987) I promised someone I’d actually visit the Waggon & Horses and write about their beer. I never did.
The most interesting thing about this is its rescue from a sad couple of years as a very rare village Italian restaurant, that allegedly didn’t take kindly to a local popping in for a pint of bitter (we call it the Arden affectation).
I’ll be honest; I thought it was done for after that gastro flirtation ended; one of four fairly similar village pubs you could cover in a boozy half hour.
But it’s back with a pleasing simplicity honed in Wisbech rather than Wokingham, and when I’ve been passed it’s always been open and lively looking, with loads of food carts and events. But I hadn’t been in since the days when it was run by a Monster Raving Loony (party candidate) and sold cider I was over-partial to.
Mrs RM wouldn’t be a fan of the design.
but it looks like Proper Pub to me.
Single entry/exit, some clear messages about distancing, handwash at the door, and that’s your lot.
Note the hook to hang your pashmina on the lovely bar.
There’s something thrilling about pubs at the moment. May the feeling never pass.
Frankly I fancied theWaterbeach brew, but when in Milton you have to go for the Cambridge from Wisbech. £3.50 for a pint of Cambridge Bitter that was vigorously pulled through first. And obviously fresh.
I stopped by the dart board to nick a beer mat,
and headed out to the garden, where the nasty Covids don’t like the Fen sunlight, apparently.
I didn’t expect much; NBSS 2.75 at best.
It was great. Tight, foamy head, cool rich beer, touch of straw you associate with family brewers like Elgoods and McMullens. GBG quality easy.
The vast garden filled up with lads and lasses talking about” “****ing it up“, clearly a reference to Leicester’s Champs League hopes, and various boyfriend issues I’m saving for the book.
Roughly two-thirds of the customers were out in the pub garden on an unexceptional cloudy day, and they ALL looked pleased to be there.
This MIGHT just work, you know.