More “recommended” pubs before the big launch of GBG21 on Thursday. I can’t wait.
While you count down the hours, here’s a report from one of the UK’s richest cities.
Honest, Milton Keynes is one of the great post-war British success stories, boosting replacement tyre sales by 33% in Buckinghamshire alone due to those roundabouts.
Nearly 300,000 souls, but just wait to see how many pubs are listed under “Milton Keynes” in the new GBG.
The next pub ISN’T a Milton Keynes entry in the new GBG, but it IS my first tick on the way to visiting every pub called “Captain Ridley’s Shooting Party”. Collecting Red Lions is so 2014.
The pub seems to be a homage to Rishi Sunak,
who is redistributing that silly Small Homebrew Tax Relief to proper brewers so they can sell Proper Beer to Spoons at sensible prices.
THAT’S what I call a beer festival.
Oddly, the prospect of 6X and Abbot Reserve for £1.69 hasn’t got them packing out the Bletchley Spoons at 10am.
Possibly folk are put off by all this new fangled technology they have to use to order their pint.
A dozen at most, with a few on tables along the bar. Yes, it’s a high table, but I’m not passing up the chance to actually see the pumps for the first time in months.
Of course, no-one else was allowed to visit the bar so the potential for comic moments was limited.
The barmaid is far too cheery to be a resident of MK; she’s probably from Newport Pagnell.
“Stiff Lip ? Who makes these funny ale names up ?”
Ha, yes, aren’t they daft ? What’s wrong with Best, or Bass, or Bad Kitty ?“
“There you go, my darling. Enjoy“.
I did. A cool, rich fruity Portobello worth 3.5, and a place in a future GBG I reckon.
Breakfast in Spoons used to be a given, but their reduced menus eschews Eggs Benedict in favour of variations on a fry up.
So I saved my hunger for the authentic looking Mo-G Turkish cafe. Dadly, it’s nothing to do with Jacob Rees Mogg.
If, for any reason, you have to come to Keynes, you must come here for the Classic Turkish Breakfast (£6.95), served with one simit to the accompaniment of “Ra Ra Rasputin” played on a lyre.
Where else can you go in Buckinghamshire to be served simit to the accompaniment of “Ra Ra Rasputin” played on a lyre ?
Yes, I spilt the honey down my fleece.