More exciting Notts dormitory towns, as I revisit Bingham for the first time since wasting a tenner in the local Euronics on a mobile phone lead that didn’t work. I should have brought it back 4 years later; that would show them.
Nottinghamshire rivals Bedfordshire as our most boring GBG county, and I’ll find few folk who disagree.
But Bingham is a lively if not lovely market town, with the Methodist Centre the pick of (well, the only) modernist architecture, and a gaggle (?) of metal detectorists (?) near the station.
Last time out I did the Spoons, still the busiest pub in town, and I thought that might be Bingham put to bed.
So where did the Wheatsheaf come from, with its “Pub.Kitchen.Rooms” nonsense ? Well, 1779, older than the oldest American.
It wasn’t heaving, with the custom enjoying our early Summer, but I’m determined to enjoy every second of indoor drinking before someone steals it from us again.
Ooo look, it’s Bass !
There’s an Ossett and a Summer Lightning and a Golden Glow as well on a delightfully 2005 line-up.
But you NEVER turn down Bass, even if the number of pumps (mainly flavoured cider) is a bit of a warning sign. As is the absence of any pork scratchings !
“There you go my lovely” says the charming and efficient barperson, obviously taking pity on the demented soul sitting outside on the hottest day of the year.
They are undoubtedly the star of the show, as the Bass is the epitome of “OK, I guess. Call it 2.5“, lacking the enthusiastic turnover from a posse of Old Codgers. To be fair, the Pipers cheese and onion crisps are beautifully conditioned.
Citra asks the eternal question on Twitter;
To which the only possible answer can be “It depends on the pub, mate”.