On the way back from Sheffield you have to travel 90 minutes through 4 counties before you arrive at a
pub restaurant you’re actually allowed to enter. There might have been a couple in Rutland but 20 minutes researching the posh ones just off the A1 failed to find any details of opening times.
Not a new tick, the Prince of Wales Feathers in Castor has graced the Guide since
BRAPA Duncan was in shorts. Instead of GBG stickers here’s the actual good books (1975 edition probably stolen).
The village is so charming I’ll do a separate post on it so Dave gets his regulation two posts a day, but you can guess what to expect from the charming brickwork.
Less charming is the barrier at the entrance, which impedes my progress just long enough for the long-standing Landlord to patiently read out the rules and make sure I understand I have to eat something and not move or talk.
He sounds a bit wearied with it all, particularly when he has to go through the same spiel with Pete the regular 5 minutes later, even though Pete has heard it all every day since Wednesday.
I’m shown to a nice seat in the lounge by the redundant fireplace with a view of the redundant bar.
While he pours the local Castor Third Man, having patiently explained the Adnams and the other local one with a comic Lockdown themed name, I read the disposable menu.
“There’s cheaper SUBSTANTIAL MEALS on the back” says the Landlord, who’s obviously reassured by now as to my level of Covid compliance.
But homemade soup and sandwich for less than a fiver in posh Posh sounds bargain enough, and I’m fairly sure the beer wasn’t much over £3 a pint, either.
The Castor may be homebrew (i,e. brewed in a factory making less then 10million pints a year) but it’s marvellous (NBSS 4); cool, rich and bitter. But then you folks stuck in Tier 3 knew it would be, didn’t you ?
The soup and sarnie is beautifully matched, if you ask me, and suddenly all is well with the world. Half a dozen diners, the only sound the crackle of the fire, the laugh of a local, and Reading v Forest on the TV.
The chap behind me is brought “Complimentary cheese and biscuits“, which seems a nice touch. It is, and a sensible one too, as the chap stays for another pint.
What a BRILLIANT idea, hopefully made irrelevant if Cambs can get into Tier 1.
Nice loos too.