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August 2024. Waterbeach.

Back in Waterbeach for Bank Holiday weekend, and the inevitable “pint while waiting for the Chung Hwa order” in The Sun. I don’t think Mum would ever forgive me if I stopped having the squid and Singapore rice once a week.

And the quick pint next door is as much part of that tradition as Mum insisting I finish off the squid and rice for breakfast and then seeming mortified I didn’t leave it for her tea.

Liverpool were on the telly (again) in the public, but I always go in the lounge so I can survey the banks of hand pumps with their artisanal wares.

I press the bell (nervously) below the Twin Coast, and then notice Britain’s favourite.

“Didn’t expect to see Doom Bar !“.

Landlady Helen starts to tell me about some more interesting beer that’s just gone, but I conspiratorially tell her I’m a secret Doom Bar drinker, like in that ’80s advert.

And Helen is too, and of course like every other beer it tastes as good as the pub allows it to be,

and The Sun knows how to keep and serve beer, and this is marvellously cool and chewy (NBSS 4).

Of course, some CAMRA members on Discourse will tell you Doom Bar can never be scored above 3, and look forward to that glorious day when CAMRA pronounces on which beer can be declared “good”.