With current events preventing me ticking GBG pubs 3 hours away, I’m a bit tied to local pubs (Ugh !), so I might as well see how many folk are flocking back to pubs.
The (Jolly) Brewers in Milton is only 20 minutes walk along the A10, a trip that will eat off 300 calories but reduce your life by 300 minutes due to car fumes, if you’re not knocked over by cyclists on the footpath first.
Milton, as mentioned before, is a real pubby survivor. Bit like this chap;
Four pubs, all open all day, all offering mid-range pub food to mid-range Miltonians.
I wouldn’t have popped in without the 50% off food, which used to be the USP to drag workers out from the Science Park, before gourmet pizza won out.
Lots of signs, hand wash, and one way arrows, but not TOO much tape and a big smile at the bar.
“Welcome !” she said.
“Welcome back !” I said.
The Brewers graced the Guide
half a dozen eight years back with Greene King IPA (oh, and Pegasus); I reckon today’s range a tad more appealing.
Oooh, Church End Goats Milk. Brings back memories of when all CAMRA Discourse had to worry about was whether it was “Goats”, “Goat’s” or “Goats’ “.
James used one of his computer science models to calculate the table offering maximum Covid protection, a pleasing four seater with this view of the bar.
The Goat’s Milk was unexpectedly terrific, a return to the freshness in that first glorious post-Lockdown week.
“I’d come back for a beer” I thought. That’s what “Eat Out to Help Out” can do.
James was taken with the weird art. After 3 years in a student flat in Sheffield he’s missed art.
Pubs are back, you know.
A steady stream of folk; blokes with toddlers, gentlefolk, IT guys, ladies who’d just had their hair coloured a second time in a month.
Dad reads out the whole menu to Junior, who only hears “Chips”.
The chips are great, the fish in a bun tasty, the pickles weird. James has sausage and mash that tastes like it’s made from pig and potatoes.
By 12.45 there must be a dozen people in the back garden, a few braving the blistering heat out the front.
“Sauvignon Blanc, half a lager shandy, zero coke” goes the next order.
UB40’s “Kingston Town” is followed with some indistinguishable R’n’B. Why aren’t all pubs playing the new Taylor Swift LP ?
An American in shorts (it’s always the Yanks, isn’t it ?) asks a series of complex questions about the vegan option and points to a bee in his lager (it’s always bees, isn’t it ?).
“It’s still alive !”.
Vegan bees. Just like in the days before Covid. Nature is healing. Pubs are back.