The truth is out there (not THERE) and the truth MUST be told.
With all of Swindon’s options, I somehow ended up in the Spoons.
Not in the grotty but loveable GBG occasional Savoy, either, but the shiny Sir Daniel, whoever he was.
Quite what attracted me away from the lure of Swindon Kebabs, who can say,
but there is something alluring about a busy town Spoons (see also: the Dragon, Weston).
Before you sneer, look at this crystal clear Salopian (a rich, cool 3.5) and consider how often beer in Spoons is unexpectedly good.
The food is rarely that good, and I promised myself years ago I’d never have one of their ping curries.
Still, at least I resisted the salted caramel pudding.
Oh dear, oh dear.
Truly, it was terrific.