The campervan is getting me out and about as I knock off the required 399
runs ticks in GBG20.
If I had a mechanical liver like BRAPA (369 pints in Surrey this week) I might even have finished the Guide before the 2021 edition emerges in, er, May 2023.
But with our house on the market I’m obliged to spend the occasional day at home (Ugh!) scrubbing and washing, only allowed out to exercise eldest son.
We took the scenic route across the commons from Fen Ditton into town.
Cambridge has the punts back, and that’s not a misspelling.
Quite a few tourists in the restaurants by the colleges,
quite a few disappointed by the closure of the Fitzwilliam, that place where you can knock priceless Ming vases off their plinths for a laugh.
We ended up in BrewDog. Again.
It does the best food, you know.
I doubt they do cask, and the pump clip has been strategically hidden behind the sanitiser so you forget to ask.
It took 3 minutes to get the QR code working, a 300% improvement on Yarm.
No service at the bar, or at the table, as you order by app on your table.
This one is the Duopolis, which if I’m honest tasted better in a plastic cup sitting outside Kings during Lockdown.
James went full slob with the Tandoori burger, I went for the broccoli salad.
See who got the best deal.
CAMRA business has, of late, been preoccupied with debate on the undercooking of broccoli for volunteers at the Great British Beer Festival. They should come here to see how to do broccoli (and beer) right.
Music from Patti Smith and Eddie Cochran (not the long lost duet), bants from the beer tasting (possibly informal) on the next table included the line “These American hops are quite hoppy” and something about the Indiana Jones militia.
James was surprised to learn that BrewDog is now the largest UK brewer, but I’ll bet few breweries have higher brand recognition with tourists than the Ellon scamps.
We walked back, making an 8 miler of it, taking in some of Hidden Cambridge (tours available).
Wouldn’t Top Tape make a great micropub. Don’t answer that.