A team effort continues, as Mrs RM and I bravely tick the
wine beer gardens of our local GBG pubs for your entertainment. Like Tavaré, I’m doing the Guide in singles, while BRAPA takes the De Villiers route.
Our Thirsty Thursday Target is Cusworth Hall in “nice” Doncaster, which is a real place.
Shamefully, I had to make a 12:15 booking for the 1086 Tap aka Old Brewhouse aka Cusworth Hall. I ask for other crimes against pub-going to be taken into account before sentencing. Americans whose country was invented in 1776 will want to know that 1086 is actually the Original Gravity of the average pint drunk by Mrs RM this month.
Arriving at 11:27 gave us just enough time to take arty photos of the park and a robin before arriving unfashionably early at the bar.
In Cambridge, this would be Wimpole Hall that charges you a fiver to park, a fiver for a sausage roll and a tenner to pat a sheep. In Doncaster, of course, it’s free.
The Hall itself, with its collection of inappropriate clothing worn by Donny damsels in the 1980s, is unfortunately closed, but the grounds sang with the sound of mums, squeaky buggies and gentlefolk shouting “Come HERE Ella !” (Ella is a pooch).
My, aren’t there a lots of signs to read ?
We were let under the tarpaulin 10 minutes early, pausing to admire the tiny bar and possibly brewery. Who cares if it isn’t ?
It’s all very jolly, and quite a few tickers had found unconventional seating to enjoy a pint and a soundtrack of 99 Red Balloons, Jump and Manic Monday in the sun.
A pint in the biggest glass of the decade so far, undeniably homebrew but well presented and all that.
Mrs RM finished mine, and a second half of something floral some 45 minutes before the food turned up.
“They’re still milking the Baba Ganoush” she said, wittily.
When it came, it was the best food we’d eaten in a “pub” in ages. Well, since that Clay Cross breakfast.
But please, just don’t come on the day Mrs RM starts to hum along to “Brilliant Disguise”, no-one deserve that.