Some thoughts on Gordons;
Great Gordons (Warning : Saville at the start)
Bad Gordons (Warning : Possibly the worst song you’ll ever hear)
Yes, another Peterborough edge-of-town dining pub. I spoil you, I really do.
At 2.30pm I seem to be the only customer, the school children having finished their pints of Stella and there being no Christmas parties from the Ortons (no relation to the Ozarks despite the water activities) or the Hospitals to boost December trade.
But that’s why I’m here, to save upmarket Greene King diners while you Tier 3 troublemakers can’t. It was either the Gordon or the Hungry Horse up near the PFI hospital, and I need to ration the excitement.
It’s not pubby, but it IS spotless and festive.
I’m greeted by a greeter
called Grita, who escorts me on a tour of the pub (too quickly for pics) during which she explained the rules for the loo.
Actually, it turned out she was taking me to a table about 2 yards behind the entrance counter, via a half mile one way detour. I wasn’t complaining, tours of pubs are so much more interesting than tours of breweries.
“Do you want to use the App, or would you like table service ?” . I dithered.
“Can I just have the soup and get a beer ?”
“Yes you can“. That would make a great slogan.
“OK, soup and a Rocking Rudolph please”
“I’ll get the waitress to take your order” Job demarcation still rules in 2020.
I’d seen the Rudolph on the bar, but what had I foregone ? I checked the App;
Well, I’d missed nothing today, another one pump pub. But Stones Bitter ? Wow.
Never mind, the Rudolph is the BEST Christmas beer.
This was cool, rich, with a scummy head (NBSS 3.5+). I may leave tasting notes on the Gordon’s Trip Advisor page.
The tomato soup, in contrast, looked a little sad (NTSSS 2). Can’t people spread butter or is it something you leave to the discretion of the customer.
Another look at the App revealed I’d missed the salt and pepper squid, which is like missing Bass in a Greene King pub.
A couple more old folk came in, and we had an impromptu singalong as “Stop the Cavalry” came on. I’m sure it’s Old Mudgie’s favourite.
That was followed up by the disgustingly sexist “Baby It’s Cold Outside“, and your woke hero was forced to make a quick exit.
Except I couldn’t find anyone to pay, of course, so I stood up waving frantically. And you’re not allowed to stand up, are you ?
And then when I’d paid I couldn’t find the exit and had to walk round the pub twice before the helpful young man with nothing to do ushered me out the emergency exit.
Still, another pub saved for you to take your niece/mum/boss to in the New Year, when hopefully the Stones Bitter will be on and the Christmas music off.