Closing in on a Hertfordshire completion now, but it’s not an easy task. Facebook pages have either not been updated for 18 months or only tell you their dining hours or are just a succession of job ads or tell you opening hours for their sister pub but not themselves.
Please, please, put your opening times on your pinned Facebook post, folks.
No such problem with Monks micro in mighty Hemel Hempstead, which gave me clear and unequivocal opening times (pretty much “always open”).
No, the problem with Hemel, for anyone daft enough to arrive by car, is one familiar to visitors to Swindon;
A nerve shredding six-parter of a roundabout follow up with the low punch of roadworks, and the knock-out blow of punitive parking charges.
I should have pre-empted Monks on my last, disastrous visit. Herts beer twitter was screaming “Do Monks, do Monks !” well before then.
This is a serious beer place. Beer on gravity, beer from the pump, and “the other stuff”.
Gravity or handpump ? I hate decisions.
Oh well, just go for the first one on the board, eh ? One of the best beers I ever had was a Buntingford Brew in a micro just up the road (Buzzard).
It was hazy, said the charming young chap.
“It’s meant to be hazy” said his boss, taking a sample.
And it was.
All was quiet and peaceful, not what I want at all. It was my fault I chose to sit at the beer barrel.
The beer was superb, cool and rich. A 3.5, I think.
But if it’s the last time I come back to Hemel, I’m afraid my abiding memory will be of the urinals.
Not a metaphor, I assure you.