On my last overnighter in Dereham I wrote;
Finally, on a fourth trip to the capital of “that indefinable bit between King’s Lynn and Norwich” we did the Tree.
Perhaps we’d just needed Mrs RM with us for courage. Curry Charles wasn’t keen, but then he’s a genteel Scot.
According to WhatPub the Cherry Tree has NEVER been surveyed. Now I’ve got a free November I’ll send them my update.
Almost disappointingly, it was fine.
A bit better than fine, if I’m honest. Who wants that ?
Clean, welcoming and safe, with a lovely young barmaid greeting us warmly, like they always do in the places you think you’ll be intruding on a private conversation. The rumble of “Kashmir” couldn’t disturb the buzz of banter,
Mainly solo drinkers, perhaps surprisingly. The front bar only had one table free, an ideal one, but I still walked past it to survey the pumps.
One pump, Wolf Sirius Dog Star, an ideal choice.
Mrs RM, already 2 pints up on us, decided to ask the barmaid for an artisan beer menu.
“We’ve got Fosters, Amstel, Gui…“.
“Oh, I’ll have what they’re having“
For all I know those 2.5 pints of cask were the ONLY pints of cask served all day (though I doubt it), but they were pretty good. Cool, rich, tasty, NBSS 3. In any town in Scotland it would get the Cherry Tree in the GBG, easy.
Led Zep gave way to Deep Purple, we talked about auditing and curry, which is 90% of life, and I went for a little wander to the Gents via the games room.
The one-way system meant it took about 7 minutes to find my way out the back door, round the front, and back to the copper plated table where our work was done.
Just remember when you’re sitting with your can of DIPA next week, WE were saving the pubs the CAMRAs wouldn’t touch.