“I’m famished” said Matt. Yes, it would have been a good idea to eat before starting a session.
But as Pub Curmudgeon has noted before, Stockport is a bit lacking in culinary options (particularly on a Monday with the outside dining only restrictions), and top cafe Where The Light Gets In was unexpectedly closed following the riot caused by Cookie and Mudgie demanding extra chips.
So we tried the Arden Arms, another Mudgie favourite whose reputation for quality pub food goes back decades.
We’d noted a long queue just before noon, but at 1.20 it looked our best bet.
And 10 minutes later we were in.
And 10 minutes later we were seated in their gorgeous courtyard in the sun. Life is Sweet, as someone once sang.
Now I can tell you the service was friendly and efficient, those fish and chips (with bread and butter !) very well cooked, and the other customers unpretentious and incapable of ridicule.
But actually, it was the beer that won the day for the Arden. ONE sip of the Unicorn, cool, crisp and luscious and I remembered how good the Robbies flagship (or is it Dizzy Blonde ?) can be. The glass helps.
“This, THIS is what beer should taste like” I said to Matt. He nodded in the way you nod at anyone on their 5th pint*.
In fact, the only downer was having to sit through Enrique Iglesias’s “Hero” (he’s no Julio), and the regret that I couldn’t sit inside at this corner table.
But honestly, this was beer worth travelling from the States for, let alone Sheffield.
*I actually phoned him up the next night to apologise for that display. “You’re retired” he said.