“Do you want to take me out for tea ?” said Mrs RM. You’re right, it wasn’t a question.
Normally that means “Drive me to the Wrestlers for 2 pints and a Pad Thai“.
But it fills up early at the Wrestlers, and football with fans was returning over the road at the Abbey, and the Haymakers is James’s favourite for its
strong local beer giant calzones.
The Haymakers had also opened at 4pm, which meant a mere 2 hours after that fishfinger sandwich I was facing another substantial meal in my quest to save pubs.
I’ve wrote about this Milton Brewery flagship (well, founder Richard always seems to be there) a lot. BRAPA thought it was a bit upmarket, but then he comes from York.
“But why exactly was it so busy with students? It was like University Challenge pre-season training. Had they not got homes to go to? There’s none left in York or L**ds I can tell you! But not only students, this was a who’s who of top Cambs twat life. Cyclists, Joggers and Lecturers all milled about like bad smells, like the bad smells wafting from the gents every time an incontinent student evacuated their bowels which seemed far too regular for your average pub session. I felt thoroughly miserable.” BRAPA, not me.
Milton (actually they’re in Waterbeach) have had a tough time this pandemic and the stop-start-stop-start hasn’t helped their pubs, which really are your best bet for beer in Chesterton and Queens Edith’s. But they’re a resilient lot.
Turning up at 4.50 meant we didn’t have to sit in the garden and had a great view of the perspex.
All ordering and payment on line, and some bar snacks (focaccia, chunky chips etc) skilfully elevated to the hallowed “substantial meal” category.
I’m sorry to say I succumbed to the full monty of the giant calzone, as you never know when your last meal is. Certainly not when you live with Mrs RM, you don’t.
Mrs RM had a couple of excellent pints of Minerva and nicked my Pegasus and seemed a bit jolly by the time we left. It’s a good job they took the 7.5% Marcus Aurelius off when they saw her coming.
I found the calzone a bit hard going, but manfully finished it despite James trying to nick mine.
Even better, the landlady and team seemed jolly as well, so we’ll be back soon.
And next time, I’ll leave by the right door, I stood here 5 minutes wondering where everyone else had gone before they emerged from the garden.
Just as well we didn’t have a 3rd pub to go to, my tummy would have exploded.
For now, high volume pub ticking is dead. And that’s a tragedy.