FUELLING THE CAMBRIDGE TOURIST BOOM

My trips back “home” to check on Mum and Dad are weekly events, so expect some exciting blogging on Cambridge’s famous Doom Bar and John Smiths Smooth outlets over the summer.

Our visit at the weekend coincided with the climax of the fun fair. Note the extensive Covid precautions.

It’s probable Covid is scared off by the soundtrack of David Essex on repeat;

Before the weekend, Emma had NEVER heard “Hold Me Close“; 347 plays later it’s knocked My Chemical Romance off her Spotify playlist.

On Sunday we joined Matt and Emma and the most exciting person left in Waterbeach (she’s from Dortmund) on some field research to see how Cambridge is recovering from the pandemic.

The sun shines on the righteous, and we’d picked a glorious day to admire Cambridge’s gems, including Lloyds Bank,

and the Brew Dog,

and the queue for authentic Fens cuisine on the central market which feels like a slice of Borough these days.

Cambridge was packed (or “rammed”, as Twitter would have it).

And that was without the lovely Japanese and Chinese tourists who make up half the visitors to the city.

Cradling the Feijoda and salt cod I nabbed the last socially distanced perth on the wall outside Kings and waited for the stragglers to catch up.

And I wondered why Matt was loathe to join me on the wall. And then the “Extinction Rebellion” (not an emo-ore band) folk started their play about Attenborough and Johnson and I realised why. Just don’t ask.

It put me off my salt cod, which wasn’t great. The only GREAT food in Cambridgeshire is from a Chinese takeaway five mils north that I really must tell you about someday.

But I’ll forgive the grub; it’s great to see queues back in Cambridge, paricularly for the excellent Adnams at The Mill, where we headed next for our punt, which deserves its own post.

Luckily, I’d pre-booked the punt, so nothing could go wrong, could it ?

14 thoughts on “FUELLING THE CAMBRIDGE TOURIST BOOM

  1. Street musicianship relegates musicianship and music.

    Street drama downgrades acting and play writing.

    Street food erodes the importance of eating unhurriedly in congenial surroundings, of cuisine, and of finesse generally.

    The latter can be handy though.

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      1. I’ve been on a punt, and off it into the Cam.
        That was in 1973, the same day as being in a Greek restaurant in Cambridge. .

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      2. No, the Eros Restaurant, and we then went to the Anchor.
        1973 was when pubs were for beer and cafes and restaurants were for food.

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  2. “Hold Me Close” must be a candidate for one of the worst pop songs ever, and David Essex’s performance, with supposed East London accent to the fore, is downright excruciating. Luckily I haven’t heard it for several months, but mere mention of it makes me cringe. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

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  3. Great nostalgia for me here. Lloyds was my bank when in Cambridge; the Mill was a pretty depressing Tolly pub then.
    What was the new Brewdog’s previous incarnation?

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  4. “so expect some exciting blogging on Cambridge’s famous Doom Bar and John Smiths Smooth outlets over the summer.”

    Be still my beating heart.

    “It’s probable Covid is scared off by the soundtrack of David Essex on repeat;”

    Or; a) folks are too low to the ground on the bumper cars (dodgem cars?) and b) it can’t catch up to the folks on the fast rides.

    “Before the weekend, Emma had NEVER heard “Hold Me Close“;”

    Pfft. His only good song was ‘Rock On’.

    “and the most exciting person left in Waterbeach (she’s from Dortmund) ”

    I’d hazard a guess but I don’t want to get banned.

    “including Lloyds Bank,”

    An homage to BRAPA?

    “and the queue for authentic Fens cuisine on the central market ”

    I’m trying to come up with a remark about 3 fingers or 4 wings or some such but falling short.
    (looks down)
    Ah, that was one of your signature dry humour bits. 🙂

    “And that was without the lovely Japanese and Chinese tourists who make up half the visitors to the city.”

    Is that because of their height?

    “I nabbed the last socially distanced perth on the wall ”

    Shouldn’t that be the fish, perch?

    “And then the “Extinction Rebellion” (not an emo-ore band) folk started their play about Attenborough and Johnson and I realised why. Just don’t ask.”

    LOL! Way ahead of you.

    “The only GREAT food in Cambridgeshire is from a Chinese takeaway five mils north that I really must tell you about someday.”

    Is ‘someday’ one of their dishes?

    “Luckily, I’d pre-booked the punt, so nothing could go wrong, could it ?”

    You were going rowing in their outdoor area?

    Cheers

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