“I don’t know if rain is particularly acidic in Reigate” wrote Si in 2020, and I’ll leave it there.
Mrs RM groaned when she heard we were finishing Surrey in its dullest town (and I’ll defend Redhill, just make me), but she is determined to see me finish the Guide.
Oh good, a micro bar with “Hop” in the title, with changeable hours.
Still, it did open at 17:00, revealing to the world its treasures of trad seating.
A young couple sat in the window seat, because they’re young, and the bloke spent 20 minutes mansplaining IPAs or something.
I had a pint of Shere Drop (rich but dull, NBSS 3), an unexpectedly well-known beer in a crafty bar.
But then again, only CAMRA members have actually heard of Shere Drop (it’s the Crouch Vale Brewers Gold or Jarl of the south), and the Hop Stop isn’t that crafty.
It’s neat, and open, and bright, and friendly, and deeply uncomfortable if you’re over 30.
Luckily, all my readers are surely young things and happy with uncomfortable high seats so fill your boots.