Pete asked about my stock of blog titles. Sadly, there’s only so many plays on “Pompey”, “Fratton” and “Alan Biley” I can think of, so this post about a burger craft bar is called “Burgered“. Look forward to “Beer”, “Flower pot” and “Gnome” in future issues.
Having ticked the ticks by six (hey, great title) I just admired Southsea for a bit.
I’d live in Southsea. If they moved it to Manchester. Mrs RM could have this place as a renovation project;
I knew I ought to have a final pint of the night, followed by an inadvisable Chinese takeaway and an inadvisable Plum Porter next door.
I could have walked to Old Portsmouth itself for Bass in the Pembroke, but the Bass hasn’t been made yet and it wasn’t much cop in the Pembroke last time, great pub though it is.
Doom Bar in the Jolly Sailor ?
It’s got a gun outside. A great sign, just like Hi-Vis and mobility scooters.
No, I fell into the Meat & Barrel. DESPITE the half price burgers being the day before (or August, if you like).
And there I was, name taken, hands washed, pursuing the instructions.
It was 7pm, the place was doing decent 18-30 business, I stood out like a chubby sore plum, I went for the house burger and house beer (Twisted Oak). Someone else had the lone cask, a young chap. They took his temperature to see if he was OK.
This was actually a recent new tick. I’d forgotten I’d wrote;
“Corporate craft with dull ale“.
In 2018 I also wrote;
“the young staff in these modern places are spectacularly friendly, and I have to fight off their attempts to offer me tasters“
Offering tasters in a Covid world will get you arrested, of course. That’s the best thing about Covid apart from the dolphins returning.
The beer was NBSS 3+ (I was almost disappointed that the golden era of cask was ending), the staff were great, the burger was magnificent, the mayo in sachets rather than a pot #EndOfTimes.
When I inevitably go back to Portsmouth for GBG21, don’t be surprised if I come back here and drink
Tiny Rebel Pravha.
And so to bed, in my campervan by the beach, just hoping I didn’t have to get out of bed for a wee at 2am in the morning and bump into a jogger.