What I really need is a device that only allows you to see the rest of the post (yeah, like you care) if you can answer that question correctly.
If anyone said Wetherspoons, Hungry Horse of Magic Rock Tap House you’re in detention later.
Anyway, we’re now in Kurious Kent, staying at my in-laws, who you’ll feel you know by now. Mrs RM, who really ought to resurrect her blog, has discovered the joys of working from other people’s premises.
First, a Young’s pub in Shaftesbury, currently, a Spoons in Darlington, and the other week she was stealing Wi-Fi from her own parents. I was charged with making sure they didn’t disturb her day arguing with the French (no, not THAT argument) so I took them out to a pub. Rather than create my own, here’s the map from the porch inside the Haycutter.
Yes, it’s Oxted (where ?), just over the border into Surrey, and a half hour trip via A21/M25 from Southborough. Technically Broadham Green per the GBG, but who believes the GBG ?
Readers, I took them to a Brunning & Price. And I made a booking. If we hadn’t turned up at 13:00 they’d have charged me a tenner. Why don’t all overpriced
pubs restaurants so that ?
Thrillingly, it was a place I could take octogenarians. AND it was a tick. As HuishHugh just observed, most B&Ps make the Guide, because they offer a painfully long range of cask and the CAMRAs aren’t scared of the clientele.
Note the “Beer for Doggies” barrel at the bottom.
And note the prices.
But, and you won’t believe this, I reckon B & P are dumbing down. I reckon I paid £15 for a main course 6 years ago, when the menu felt much more interesting and less corporate. Are B & P going the way the Chef & Brewer went 20 years ago, moving from individualism to standardisation ?
Well, who cares ? My mother-in-law, who needs the sun, opted to sit outside in 27 degrees heat next to a noisy extractor fan and I regretted not putting sun tan lotion on.
Two pints of Harvey’s and a mineral water were ordered.
Two pints of Harvey’s were brought by a young man. The three of us studied him intently as he judged where to place the pints.
Rather than say “Whose are the pints then ?“, he plonked them in front of Michael and myself.
“WRONG !!!!” shouted Margaret, triumphantly. You can see where Mrs RM gets it.
As you can probably judge from the state of the glass, it was an OK but undistinguished pint (I had a taste), as Harvey’s Best so often is in dining pubs, and the burgers weren’t much better than you’d get in a Marston’s 2-for-1.
But the staff were quite brilliant, as they always are at Brunning & Price, listening intently as father-in-law explained the entire details of family relationships to a charming lady who knew she’d be getting a decent tip.
Inside, we saw what we could have had (all of it also NBSS 2.5),
and realised that our party of 3 (total age 220) had actually reduced the average age.
As you’ll see, doing great business, and good luck to their identikit monstrosities.
It’s been great taking the in-laws out to the pub; I feel like I’m doing something useful with my retirement. I can even keep old folks brains active by asking them questions like “What are those plants called ?”.
They didn’t know.