I’m on the road again.
After dropping James in Letchworth for his driving lessons (which have cost more than I spend on Doom Bar), Mrs RM and I headed west (or is it east) for a last spell of pubbing before the plague closes us all down again.
The A303, formerly “The Stonehenge Way” is now “The Starbucks Way”, and their laxitude in paying tax meant Mrs RM wouldn’t countenance a lunch stop at any of them.
I couldn’t remember ANY of the pubs lunch stops as Hants turned to Wilts, so at noon gave up and popped in to Andover. Here’s my best pic of Andover.
The town had just survived a visit by BRAPA, with most locals still locked indoors in case he returned to the micro. We joined the braver gentlefolk in Spoons for Quinoa salad and a Punk IPA, one of which had some taste. The staff, as before, were quite wonderful, patiently explaining the new ruled designed to make pubgoing
miserable safe from Covid.
Two Old Boys discussed bypasses (not the road) and their tea.
“Have you ever had a donner kebab from Tesco’s ?”
“What’s a donner kebab ?”. Cue lengthy explanation of spits, pitta and garlic mayo. But how can you get to 70 and have never had a kebab ?
Two hours later we tipped up in another Ash based town.
Ashburton doesn’t have a Spoons, but it does have a nice deli, so one-one.
30 minutes car parking (I’m not paying for an hour), just enough for a comfort break Mrs RM had been waiting for since Honiton and a half in GBG newbie the Vic.
In the Beer Guide, up for sale. That happens a lot.
The Landlady looked about to throw herself on the fire, but cheered up when she saw it wasn’t BRAPA.
Someone should buy this, it’s a lovely pub with proper seating, noisy parrot, and half a dozen smokers out in the garden by the stream.
We took the seats next to the fire and giant hare, and chatted to our hero publican about the need to “keep cash going” by eschewing cards. Pub Curmudgeon would have loved it.
Dartmoor Legend was pretty good (NBSS 3), and is clearly the Doom Bar of Devon. Mrs RM got great joy in telling the nice lady SHE was drinking the real ale while I suffered in silence with my first of a gazillion J20s (I had a sip of beer for the tick).
Yet another plain, one pump pub in the GBG. But what will the 2021 Guide, apparently sitting on my doorstep at home, bring ?