August 2023. Marske-by-the-Sea.
Funny how time drags when you’re waiting for a micropub to open, and it’s always a micro; no-one ever stood outside a Spoons impatiently. Oh, they did once.
Unexpectedly, little Marske has a newish craft bar.
Even more unexpectedly, the Wynd is a Proper Craft Beer Bar, and not just because it’s got “Craft Beer” in the name. They could probably define “craft” for CAMRA and then no-one would have to go into meltdown about it on Discourse.
For example, the Verdant tap isn’t Light Bulb, the Deya tap isn’t Steady Rolling Man, there’s Pastore in the fridge and Sureshot (ooh) on keg, and there’s not lots of ads for gin and cocktails and quiz nights.
There’s George Michael’s Freedom booming out of that speaker. And then this, I presume ironically.
And there’s lots of parrots. That’s the clincher.
Actually, are they parrots ? They seem to have a thing about toucans in Marske, renaming their new crossing to offend hardworking pelicans.
I asked the chap at the bar about toucans; he just laughed.
There was a lot of laughter. Laughing will see you thrown out in some Thanet micros.
I was DES, so I got to have a can of non-alcoholic Mash Gang in a silly can, while Mrs RM had the Hammerton Stout and artisanal peanuts.
It was really great, and I can’t wait for it to make the GBG.
Oh, sorry, it can’t, can it ?
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