So I did, leaving Mrs RM to her crochet or whatever women do when left to their own devices.
Only 14 minutes to the Ploughboy, with the added bonus of a takeaway from Mr Kuet next door. Hoorah !
It was a strange Friday night. An accident at Carkeel had left the A38 over the Tamar empty, but the streets of Saltash full of beeping horns and screaming toddlers.
In contrast, the Ploughboy was a scene of relative calm.
Weird locals, though.
But the Ploughboy was closest
had life, and the promise of carvery style Friday night drama, and probably a Kelly’s ice cream for pudding.
In all honesty, it was a down-to-earth Hungry Horse, redeemed by a cheery Landlord who successfully made me feel grateful to him for finding a table by the pool table and the obligatory dog.
He even brought the card reader over with the pint, so I didn’t have to make my pathetic attempt to flag down someone to pay 10 minutes later.
Blur’s Greatest Hits in its entirety, which beats Queen of the Stone Age, I guess.
A superbly presented Doom Bar for you cynics to admire; it was GBG quality anywhere except in my Top 10 GBG Counties.
Which leaves Mr Kuet, which is a unique name on my list of Chinese takeaways. Only two in at a time, so the only banter you’ll hear is;
“Are you waiting to order or pick up ? “. Ah, 2020.
Mrs RM said she wasn’t hungry but then had 41% of the Sweet & Sour Chicken and Singapore Rice, which would just make my Top 50 if I ever bore you with that.
I bet I’m back soon for that Saltash micro.