Summer by the seaside. Can’t beat it. Unless you’re a ticker when a wet winter Wednesday in Wednesfield is wonderful.
Saundersfoot isn’t quite Tenby,
but it looked pretty special on the descent to the beach.
If Tenby is the Welsh Whitby, then Saundersfoot is its Filey, I guess. Nowt wrong with Filey, as Richard Coldwell would have said.
Ooh, Harbwr Bar, a brewery tap of sorts. We love those, don’t we ?
Inside it was heaving. I made for the bar, ready to be subjected to a barrage of boring words about beers and offers of tasters.
Never made it past the door.
“Excuse me Sir, it’s table service ONLY. Would you like a table ? For one ? I’ll see if I can fit you in“.
Should have read What Pub first. “Primarily Restaurant but drinkers very welcome“. They can do what they like, of course, it’s their pub, sorry restaurant.
I sat down, squinted toward the bar, made out the words that looked like “Sea Bass” and asked for that when the man came back, but he had to get someone else to serve me, and then someone else took the payment.
The beer was slightly soapy, in a good way (NBSS 3), the experience soulless. A series of folk came to the door and were stopped from entry. “Table service ! For a beer. WTF” said one chap, echoing my thoughts.
NB I’ve been looking at a few posts from earlier this year from trips to Monmouth and Helensburgh, and I was surprised to see that Covid requirements like table service and signing-in were still a thing so recently. Did we really go through that ?