You’ll remember (even if I don’t) my failed attempt to tick the Duchess of Cornwall last week, when I made the silly mistake of thinking you could get a half pint of beer without a table reservation via one’s butler.
Well, I don’t give up, and my butler phoned on the Sunday to book a table for one at noon on the Monday.
Poundbury, the posh Dorchester (joke), looks best from the air, where the space for a travellers site and sewage works to the north can be seen.
NB That McDonalds is the one where Charles and Camilla stopped in 2007 for Chicken Selects made with gold leaf batter.
Baa Baa was non-committal on the merits of Poundbury,
but I thought it was gorgeous, a mix of a mid-range Bavarian town (think Memmingen), Knutsford and Portmeirion.
The local bank is a branch of Handelsbanken, for goodness sake.
No Superdrugs, Poundlands or Wetherspoons here to lower the tone.
It’s ILLEGAL to be seen in the Queen Mother Square without a pashmina or cravat, so I arrived at the Duchess at 11:53, causing panic as my table hadn’t been industrially cleaned.
I was then treated to a longer safety announcement than you get on the Ryanair flight to Glasgow, and told that Jemima would be looking after me today.
I perused the menus for the price of a half of Badger I could leave on the table and run, but beer doesn’t feature on the menu of a Hall & Woodhouse “pub”.
I gave up, and ordered a burger. Noticeably. the Duchess is one of the H & W pubs NOT continuing “Eat Out to Help Out” off their own backs in September, and was still doing good business.
Their Badger was a cool but oh-so-dull 2.5, the burger satisfying without being in anyway gourmet,
and the banter was pants.
Oh, but the staircase was magnificent, and as for the tiling !