More posts without an actual pub visit at the end for you to moan about. If I don’t write about pubs, where does my blog fit in to the beer writing chart ?
Anyhow, some pics from Lutterworth, where I stopped for breakfast on the way to Earl Shilton for my shiny new tick.
What Lutterworth really needs is a Wetherspoons; here’s a good candidate for a Spoons building;
Who needs Town Halls, anyway ?
What we need is more pubs selling breakfasts and Doom Bar. Banks’s in the Shambles would do, I guess.
or Bass at the venerable Unicorn.
Not a BAD pub town, just a bit too upstanding for its own good. Away from the pubs, the locksmiths opposite the market place remains a haven for wildlife, though “Pigeons in a Boot” is a great name for a craft bar, though they have one of those already.
At night the knitted Lutts take to the streets, picking up rubbish and keeping the town in the Top 10 of South Leicestershire’s Most Attractive Towns for a 77th successive year.
But I came for breakfast, and was more than a little disappointed to find the only option the Costa at the end of this road.
Costa are so drab, the toastie average and their coffee not helped by being served in a paper cup even when they let me sit in the outdoor space, but it was worth it for the stares of passers by who assumed I was breaking the law by sitting down. In Lutterworth, it’s still 2020 (or perhaps 1820).