Let’s be nice about a gastropub, for a change.
The Heart of Northumberland is SO nice it would sit nicely in Islington.
It had been recommended to us by the nice barman in Wark, which was nice.
I pretended to go to the loo so I could see the hand pumps. Ooh, local beers, that’s nice.
It’s the only Hexham GBG entry, as it serves those homebrew beers the CAMRA folk like, homebrew like Timothy Taylor Landlord.
But here, the waitress knew what the beers were, and what they tasted like. That impressed me.
I was bored of the wishy-washy blondes by now (not sure if I should say that to Mrs RM) so I had the malty bitter from First & Last, which was rather nice (NBSS 3.5).
Mrs RM had two large glasses of wine which went nicely with the soundtrack of Ann Peebles and the Detroit Spinners.
I’m afraid the twice cooked chips came in one of those nice mini shopping trolleys too, but the burger tasted home-cooked. I couldn’t fault the food, the beer, or the lovely staff.
On the next table, a couple were ignoring their young lad, which wasn’t nice. But at least they let him have a pudding.
“Do you want the children’s chocolate brownie or the full-sized adult one” asked the waitress. Er, full size one, duh.
I was willing to give his parents (on their 3rd Estrella of the night) the benefit of the doubt, but they DIDN’T help him finish his pudding. That’s not normal.
Mrs RM asked me to note the Oxford Mathematical Instrument sign across the road.
I sense she was just distracting me from her contribution to the bill.
£13.40 for 2 glasses of “Astronomer” wine. But she’s worth it.