Guess where this is?
Oh, go on.
Go on. Etc etc.
Yes, Cambridge on a beautiful Wednesday in September.
Hardly packed, with the lovely Japanese and Chinese visitors who make up half our tourists still notable by their absence.
Mainly the Italians, all queueing politely for the authentic sourdough pizza from the Hatch at Franco Manca (recently a pasty shop).
It’s a shame Romans need to travel to the UK for Proper pizza with pineapple on it, and it’s sad for them the nearby pub (below) hasn’t yet reopened.
Five points for identifying this one.
You’ll know the Maypole. Everyone knows the Maypole, run by the Castiglione family for 40 years, but only a GBG regular when it burst free from Pubmeister to add weird guests.
A recent return from lockdown, I joined the lovers and the fighters (over the bill) in the Maypole’s immaculate outside area, by the beer board.
Milk Stout, Coffee Porter, Cherry sour?
What should I do?
Reader, I just fancied a cold Italian lager. And you know I did right.