Apart from reading comments from you, my readers, and asking Mrs RM irritating questions about women’s trousers, nothing gives me greater pleasure these days than reading Mumsnet.
I have to conclude I’m NOT normal. Any day in which I don’t leave the county, never mind my home, would be considered a wasted day. The last time I didn’t leave my house at all was September 1987 when I lost the door key and spent the day playing Elvis Costello LPs.
Back in 1993 Mrs RM and I went on a crazed tour of Britain, once driving to Goole Fields and back just because it was called Goole Fields. The so-called “cress in curry” incident ensured that Mrs RM didn’t wish to return to Goole, but she did pick the Canal Tavern in Thorne for our lunch stop on our triumphant return from completing East Yorkshire.
Thorne (pop. 17,295) looked a little down on its heels as we drove through, but the pubs are always lively. The Canal Tavern is your best bet for genteel gentlefolk dining action, though.
We tipped up at 13:50, the lovely barmaid nipped into the kitchen to confirm the chef hadn’t gone home, and I noted the craft on offer on the walk through to the (packed) restaurant.
If you want to visit a pub where the decor will divide opinion for hours one end, come to the Canal Tavern.
And if you want to see “Typical English Pub Menu 2021”, come to the Canal Tavern.
Perhaps don’t come to experience cask at its “Oooh, taste this !” best, but the Boltmaker was OK.
And the Steak and Stilton pie with chips and mushy peas was the largest plate of stodge this side of Accrington.
But the service won; informal, cheery, prompt. I’d come here again, just for the service. And have Doom Bar next time.
We didn’t need tea.