Our lunch stop, curated by Mudgie, took us outside the comfort of the Guide and the craft bars that have sprung up in Macclesfield to lure away half of our party.
We were saving the Castle till last, and headed into the part of town with most lunch options.
Very quiet for a Saturday, and we were surprised to see so many places not opening till late afternoon.
Perhaps the Spoons was packed.
The Mandarina, a Hydes cafe bar, was almost impossible to capture on camera from ground level, and the Google Maps pic does it no favours at all.
An odd choice by Pub Curmudgeon, I’d thought, lacking architectural merit or GBG recommendation.
I’m delighted to be wrong.
For a start the welcome was as good as I’ve had all year.
“Hello gents. Sorry, I’ve only got the one beer on at the moment but it’s really good. Two pints ? Straight glass or mug ?”
That wasn’t all said in one go, in case you were worried.
That one beer was a 5.2% gem (“Boys bitter !”) clearly not aimed at the office lunchtime trade. Cool, rich and tasty, an easy NBSS 3.5.
Modest lunchtime trade, just ticking over, and a late ’60s soundtrack to delight any Old Codger. Creedence, Simon & Garfunkel, and this;
I’d never heard of Blue Cheer, so we had minutes of fun researching their extensive catalogue. What did pubgoers do before Shazam and Wikipedia ?
Not the best calamari but the nachos and fries were filling. That is FAR too much food; professional Pub Men don’t eat at all when they’re ticking.
Two pints in, I was getting James Blake, star of the new GBG, mixed up with James Blunt (whoever HE is), and Mudgie was gracing us (well, me) with his critique of Dylan.
I won’t tell you what he said, I don’t want to upset Dave.