Or “Hall & Woe (public) house“. But that’s a bit convoluted.
As mentioned, I’d picked Dorchester for my campervan stop so I could moan about another county town. It was also not far from Martinstown, which had a Guide entry I never got to due to duff opening times and was dropped in GBG20.
Dorchester has been disappointing over the years, a mixture of micropubs, overrated free houses and the worst Spoons in the Kingdom.
Here’s that undrinkable Elgood’s Meerkat head in full.
No, I didn’t go back to the Royal Oak to see if the Doom Bar scored a 4. I was too excited by the Duchess of Cornwall in Poundbury, the suburb built in the ’90s by Prince Charles using only organic crackers and Deeside mineral water.
I’d never pounded the lovely streets of Poundbury before,
But I shall have to again.
They wouldn’t let me in.
Having waited 5 minutes to be waited on, the charming young man, probably 76th in line for the Crown, asked;
“What name are you booked in under, Sir“. Don’t call me Sir, I’m a prole.
“I just wanted a quick drink please mate ?”
“I’m sorry we’re bookings only Sir”
“Not even a drink on the (empty) outside tables ?“
“The outside area is closed Sir“. At 6.30pm on a gorgeous August evening.
“I’ve had to turn away loads of drinkers”, he said, apologetically, as I turned away.
Well, that’s £2.10 on a half of Badger you’ve lost, for a week anyway.
To be fair WhatPub does say “You’ll need to book in advance, either online or via the phone, for all food and drink visits”, so it’s my fault.
But as the estimable P. Edwardson Esq writes on Discourse, Pubs do not book tables. Restaurants do.