Well, this was good.
The Cricketers in Worthing’s Broadwater suburb, which sounds very edgy but turns out to be as edgy as Petts Green or Heaton Chapel.
On the 25 minute stretch from the Brewhouse & Kitchen I pass prep schools, a cemetery, a Domino’s, and have to waiting about 4 hours for trains to cross those interminable Worthing rail crossings that don’t have footbridges.
Some pleasant greenery and desirable housing, and a rare absence of micropub.
I’m grateful to Robert Luff for his excellent summary of the history of Broadwater (here), including the fact that Worthing used to be a small suburb of Broadwater.
The Cricketers looks like a landmark pub, with its own Parade and bus stop.
I enter to the sound of Beyonce urging “Put a ring on it“, but I always colour the whole town in the GBG, not just ring it.
There’s a real early evening buzz about the place, and I almost forget that five (5) handpumps is four too many.
Lovely layout, hard to choose wear to sit to get the best view of The Pub Experience.
So I pick the seat by the fire where I can hear the Old Boys at the bar doing their crossword and mouth the answers, except I don’t know them.
My Old Man is tasty and warming, the smell of the fire probably adds 0.5 to my original NBSS 3.5, and a charming landlady copes womanfully with the absence of the requested Courvoisier.
Not requested by me, I hasten to add; I’ve never had Courvoisier, thought he was an impressionist.