It was only 19:15 when we left Stevenage’s top Thai restaurant, and Mrs RM wasn’t going home to a tired Premier Inn with attached Beefeater yet.
Not when there’s a classic Home Counties Spoons to visit to do a comparison of Cosmopolitans.
There must have been 30 folk in that Thai place when we left, more than in the Spoons. That’s the story of the last month, pubs left to wither and die through fear of Omicron.
At least I saw ONE pint of cask being drunk in the Standing Order.
He looks an intelligent fellow; I’m guessing he’s drinking that Doom Bar.
Hazy Jane is probably the Spoons bargain at the moment, 660ml of murky goodness for £3.29, a pitcher of that Pornstar Martini for £5.89 for the Mrs. As the bloke behind me said “I took the bird ‘ere and she didn’t complain“.
Well, Mrs RM complained. Bitterly. Not only is her cocktail not in a dainty glass it’s also undrinkable, like a bucket of washing up liquid, grapefruit flavour. And her threshold is pretty high (low ?).
What was needed was some of that artisanal pudding I bang on about.
Well, that was good, but it was poorly matched with the Hazy Jane, and for the first time since the unlimited drinks buffet in Corfu in 1987 I was defeated.
We staggered back, via the Best Dressed Postbox 2021 (North Herts urban section).
And Mrs RM was once more reminded of that fateful weekend in May 1999.