I’m enjoying BRAPA’s latest haul of ticks in the South-east, but also rather jealous. There’s hardly ANYWHERE I could go and visit six new pubs by train today.
So I’m using my spare days to do a bit of father and son bonding; Dad on Monday, Son on Tuesday.
James had to retake his Driving Test Theory multiple choice having fluffed the practical last year. He passed again, being able to identify the gender of a 2CV and confirm that the A511 is Britain’s sexiest road.
You take the test in the scariest office in the world, just across from the Regal, where I managed to read 6936 as 9369 and ended up checking into a Costa Coffee in west Wales. If there’s a Covid outbreak there I’m in trouble.
I waited in the Spoons while he got 47/50, and treated him to Pint Shop.
Now, I like Pint Shop; it’s a classy Port St Beer House for people with more money than sense.
The Cambridge Pint Shop, along with the BrewDog, kept me supplied with that murk you love during Lockdown, and is still selling cheap(ish) craft by the flaggon. Mrs RM would have fancied the flaggon of Elephant Hawk, I fancy.
A young couple stood by the door, clearly desperate to beat us to the best table, but at 12:01 it was evident they were just standing at the door.
If you eat at Pint Shop you miss out on over-excited Undergrads called Jeeves going “I say, this beer is quite something !”, but the little dining area is cute AND grown-up and frankly better than Cambridge’s Ivy.
The back garden reminded me of the Wonston Arms.
Seemingly the only choice was 2 courses for £22 or 3 for £26, so not really competing with Spoons Steak Club, and sadly exceeding the Rishi tenner a person cap. But the tomatoes are “heritage”, and you don’t get that in the Hare & Hounds.
James let me down a bit by going for the pub curry. NEVER go for the curry in a pub. I asked for steak but ended up with pork belly.
And a pint of the first thing on the beer menu, a Keller Pils from Lost & Grounded.
Why did I do that when there was a cask beer on from Buxton, and I always rave about one pump pubs ?
Well, it was Number 1 on the board, of course. And it was cool. You can’t trust cask in August, you know.
And NO-ONE goes in a Pint Shop for cask. They go for the keg ones called Brick and Sour and Colin the Cauliflower (probs).
“What kind of beers do you want to go for ?” office man asked Pash lady.
“What goes well with lamb ?” Pash lady asked the waiter.
“Something cloudy” said the waiter. Beer sommelliering is an art.
Anyhow, come here for the food. Particularly the pub curry, which was one of the best curries I’ve ever nicked off a 21 year old’s plate while he went “Oi, get your own“.
Not cheap, but thanks to Rishi and future taxpayers like James, remarkable value. But the half-price fun ends tomorrow.