Nearly missed one, having made a draft past nearly three (3) months ago.
Ashprington’s Durant Arms is your archetypal remote destination Devonian dining pub.
The guys in the BMW rather spoilt my shot but prove how posh it was.
I know some of you assume I think any pub without blokes in Hi-Vis drinking Carling at the bar is posh, and you may have a point.
But just look at how smart the opening times board is;
Flowers on the table, a stag’s head on the wall (with caps on the antlers), a cheery young barman who says “Cheers Bro“. “Cheers Bro” is the clincher.
The trade seems equally split between the scaffolding lads (all of Ashprington is under scaffold) on Carlsberg, and aforementioned BMW convertible* lads looking for craft.
“A PINT AND….NUTS, LUVERLY !!!” exclaims head West London Lad (I can tell them) with exaggeration.
The barman asks how my Teignworthy Neap Tide is and seems delighted when I tell him, in all honesty, that it’s luverly. “That’s good, we’ve got the deepest cellar in Totnes” he confides, and it shows.
I-Spy the 1999 GBG, a joy of calamity that saw Roger Protz rushed back as Editor to steer the Millenium edition back to normality.
The 1999 GBG is the “Heaven’s Gate” or “Neither Fish Nor Flesh” of beer guides, the hilarious front cover competing for attention with Standish’s eleven (11) GBG entries.
If you only own one GBG (apart from the one I’ve finished), make it a ’99.