You left me in Dereham, Curry Charles having steered me away from the questionable delights of the “unspoilt” Cherry Tree, so that Kentish Paul can have that exclusive later.
This was a third Dereham trip, and followed the traditional route of cat, cask, curry.
Let’s get the cat out of the way.
I toyed with the idea of a change from “the usual“, but this one looked slightly “challenging”.
Charles made a reservation at “the usual“, despite my protestations that reservations are akin to tasters.
I then paused to admire the fuel dispense near Central Tyre, akin to finding electric Banks’s Mild.
Here’s your Dereham preemptive, Duncan and Si;
It only escaped life as a Spanish restaurant recently, in order to bring Locales to the masses.
The Landlord was pulling through the Landlord, so we had two pints of that, and were ushered through to a nice courtyard with a dozen other folk even younger than us. In Ely, it would be the Prince Albert.
Nice foamy pint, NBSS 3/3.5. Just as with their Suffolk neighbour, the Woodfordes glass does it no favours.
I paid at the table by contactless.
Yes, could have had 3 pints of homebrew for less. Probably the right call, then.
Steep, even for Tim Taylor’s, who as Beer Twitter will know have now been cancelled, except by the 99.987 % of drinkers who aren’t Beer Twitter.
Time to use the foot-activated sanitiser and move on to another Proper Pub.