April 2025. Leicester.
45 minutes between connecting trains presents a challenge.
Just too little time for goulash in Tatra, and tea only 2 hours after the faggots that would have been almost greedy.
All logic says “Oh, go in the Ale Wagon, Retired Martin, you know you want to“, but that’s best reserved for a Proper Day Out with mates.
So instead I picked the one I knew no-one else wanted to do, the third Real Ale Classroom after the ones out east and in Lutterworth.
Oddly, this classroom seems to have a chalkboard rather than the electronic displays I remember, very Old Skool.
In years past I’d have convinced myself this visit was for the stone cold certainty of a preemptive tick, but now that’s a lie,
I just want to try the Yonder Lemon Sour Smoothie after all that Bass.
It’s Leicester’s equivalent of Hinckley’s Elbow Room, oddly, perhaps a bit more characterful and with a more eclectic soundtrack, though it’s a shame to see the Gents looking quite so “lived in” within a year of opening.
I glance at my watch. STILL 24 minutes till the train home. Another pub ? Surely not…
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