Four days into #ReturnOfPubs and I’ve only left Cambridgeshire once. What’s going on ?
Well, it takes Grade II* military planning to determine whether pubs are open, if they need pre-booking (a no-no for me) and whether they will be playing 1980s M.O.R. soundtracks or not. I also want a free campervan spot a mile from the pub, thanks.
But I can’t stay away from pubs at the moment, even my locals. The beer is too good.
I’d stuck a few quid in to pre-pay for beer at The Sun (Budweiser doubled up the value) so I ended up getting 2 pints of the Youngs Ordinary I’d missed on Friday night.
Then, I sat in the front, this time I tried the new side patio. Someone will complain about smokers outside soon, but it won’t be me.
Seven pints in; five x 3.5 (very good), a 4 and a 3. I’ve put those figures into my supercomputer (though not WhatPub yet) and it equals an average of NBSS 3.5. Wow.
The Youngs was touching a 4. Look at the scummy head. Mind, it is brewed in a proper brewing town.
I drank the two pints in 20 minutes, chatting to a regular about Blackburn (Mill Hill to be precise) and Darwen. It’s what pubs were invented for.
Why is beer so good ?
Spot on. A golden hour for pubs, though with gentlefolk diners and older CAMRA members seemingly declining to rush back (as is their right) I wonder if the wet-led village boozers might just avoid the perfect storm facing the High Street.
Whatever, if you can get down to your pub (garden) now you might find the best cask for years. I’m not the only Pubman to note the quality.
Of course, while I’m an eternal Pollyanna, there’s always a Curmudgeon.
(He is joking. I think).