Speed blogging, as I’ve only got 29:57 minutes of free WiFi at our Saltash Travelodge. Just enough for these two Cambridge posts.
You know how much we love homebrew made in a shed down railway sidings, but Calverley’s make magic beer; one of the blokes used to work for Batham’s.
They’ve been spending the summer moving their Tap room from the brewery to a nice new room, and had just started opening on Wednesdays with Scott’s All Day pizzas from next door. Who needs Ancoats or Shoreditch ?
We asked to sit by the fire.
For about 10 seconds, till Mrs RM started to melt, then moved to the stalls.
There’s not a lot to say. That cask Porter and a keg smoked IPA were sensational, if a bit cool for Stafford Paul’s taste I expect.
Calverley have done a lovely job here, despite the trials and tribulations of being a small brewery as well as restauranteurs, taking bookings, measuring out the 2 metres and delivering pints to tables. A new world.
We debated the ethics of stealing your work colleague’s lunch, as seemed to have been the case with the Calverley chums.
Mrs RM sided with the chap who’d been wronged by losing his bap/cob/roll.
“At last, someone on my wavelength“. Mrs RM was chuffed. She nearly bought a pot plant.
3 and a bit pints on a Proper afternoon out, and it wasn’t me who insisted we stopped in the Sun for NBSS 3.5 pints of Youngs Ordinary and Hobgoblin Gold on the stagger back.
See, she’s a pint woman.