retiredmartin

July 2024. Watford.

There’s a famous quote, probably on page 366 of the Good Beer Guide, something along the lines of “When a man is in Derbyshire he shouldn’t drink wussy wine, he must drink the local beer. And a pint’s a taster“.

And a man in the national HQ of JD Wetherspoons must drink in the local Spoons. It’s the law.

But first, my maiden Popeyes chicken burger.

Wot no Chinese takeaway ? Well, Popeyes are taking over the world, and based on how lovely their staff (and crispy burger) are that’s probably right.

Spoons have taken over the world,

but at just past ten any food trade had long gone,

and Thursday night trade was at a slow trickle, which isn’t a BRAPA In Newark reference.

Watford’s mid-90s Spoons might get the football trade but it’s no design (or carpet) classic, but as before the beer range is large and unpretentious,

and a half of Old Empire (£1.54, exact coinage counted out to probable irritation of lovely staff) was NBBS 3 and no more. I say “The GBG rarely lies“, and you can quite me on that in a hundred years time.

But really, it’s worth the price of admission just to see the best anthropological display of “hair flicking to attract the attention of a male” since Phil Oakey in 1980.

Right, where’s that rail replacement bus ?