Clean slate. SEVEN pubs to aim at. "Astounding, astonishing" said fellow pub ticker Martin Taylor of the town back in May 2018, during one of many rural Cambridgeshire car trips, though perhaps he wasn't referring to Rugby at all, but my attempts to urinate out of a moving vehicle in the village of Abington Piggots? It was hard to say.
I digress. Rugby. What could go wrong? After all, I was accompanied by the second and third highest ranked BRAPA tickers in history. Father 'Silver Medal' BRAPA and Tom 'Loosely (not Lucy) Bronze' Irvin.
We were perhaps doomed from the start. Despite the 'rough around the edges' rugged town of Rugby I found myself in, not ONE of the seven opened before 12 noon according to WhatPub. Lame.
Furthermore, I was so busy Googling 'author of Tom Brown's Schooldays' (Thomas Hughes? The Steve Lynex of authors. Anti-climax), I almost missed one of my favourite buildings in town who I'd done a bit of work for ......
|Prettier than any Micro|
|Dad & Tom look uncertain, but we're going in|
Still not 12 noon, and with my breaking news that the 'Town & County Club' won't be open at 11:30am like the GBG reckoned, we had time to squeeze in a further post-emptive before official 12 noon kick off time, just a half this time which is allowed under the BRAPA rules!
|Tom reaches for the famous 'Allam Out' poster but Dad thwarts him to take the glory! 1-0 Dad.|
12 noon ticked around finally. Could we finally get today on the road? Problem is, I was already 1.5 pints in. Tom had identified this next pub as one he had high hopes for, and it was just around the corner, so seemed a good place to start .......
So THIS was what Rugby Good Beer Guide entries were all about! A wonderful pub to rival any today at the Squirrel (1639 / 2856) , the benchmark being set by the fabulous landlord who earmarked us as 'pub tourists' from the word go. BRAPA talk only intensified his helpful attitude (it can have the reverse effect!) and he talked us through the beers, though I made to clear I was only interested in the pub. He finished his beer spiel with "..... and I'll be putting a new beer on THIS pump but it'll be about five minutes". "I'm not waiting five minutes" I replied, shocking myself with my straightforwardness, so he compared me to his impatient teenage daughter! The pub itself was similarly lovely, a narrow tile floored warped farmhouse of a pub, sunken and wizened from centuries of crazed Rugby beer guzzlers, bric-a-brac a-plenty, tiled flooring. At one point, he came over to indicate that we were being too quiet! With Tom in tow? Errrm, impossible. On the way out, we thanked him for a great pub experience and to show Rugby pub unity, he handed us loyalty cards for nearby Rugby Tap and implored us to visit next. I lied and said we would think about it.
|"Oooh, and Tom pulls the Allam Out sign out, and there's nothing Dad can do this time, 1-1"|
|This pub is brilliant (accordion to me!) THANKS|
So in a hunched low stance, I made us cross the road and crept past the window in the opposite direction from the Rugby Tap, just in case Mr Squirrel was watching, didn't want to hurt his feelings.
Not that I have anything against Rugby Tap, but what with two post-emptives already, no way we were going to do a THIRD pub NOT listed in the 2020 GBG with so much to do in this town, I was falling in love with already.
A narrow path, a turn of a corner, and here we were, a pub I'd read much about and Martin Taylor had highly recommended it too. Of course, there was bound to be a glitch.......
|"Ohhhh, and Tom turns the game on its head - 2-1 Irvin!"|
A roaring fire in the front bar, opening up into a huge room full of the drunkest happiest set of folk you will see in a pub at 1pm anywhere in the UK this side of the Christmas. Titanic Plum Porter, Oakham Scarlet Macaw or Abbeydale Deception, served with a smile, wow kill me now, am in pub heaven! But hang on, as I grab the green highlighter and frantically thumb through the book to reach the magic page 487, astonishment hits as Alexandra Arms, Rugby isn't listed. "Howwww? Whyyyy? Nooooo?" I squeal to an equally surprised but less squealy Dad and Tom. The irony of ironies, considering the 'Rugby Tap manoeuvre' , surely there must be shome mishtake? This is like the best pub NOT in the GBG I had EVER been to! With the life sucked out of me like the smoke being sucked out of the fire and into the main arena every time someone opens the front door, Dad reminded me that I was still allowed to enjoy this pub. 'OH YEAH!' I remember, and trot off to the bogs with a renewed spring in my step and smile on my face. Everyone in the pub garden looks more drunk than those inside, I reflect. And on the way out, I collide with a sloshed young couple returning from a smoke. I smile. "I like jollification and you look WELL happy" slurs the young guy, and leans in to kiss me on the cheek. 1:15pm in Rugby, everyone. Lost for words. Almost.
|My kinda beers (who says I don't care? apart from me).|
|"And Irvin with a chance to go 3-1 up ..... oh, and he's missed it!"|
|Lack of beermats was my only concern at the Alexandra. Tom improvises.|
So this was turning out to be the day I'd kind of hoped, and still only 1:25pm as we head to our next pub. Would it be in the GBG? Could Tom hold his 2-1 lead? Would I remember the journey home? Join me for the answers to these in part two on Wednesday.
You will not let it lie, will you Si. I actually had no idea it wasn't in the Guide when you asked for reccs, astonishing omission. I'm also amazed the Rugby Tap isn't in, one of those off-licences/barrels at the back places the CAMRAs love. Think they get cheated on GBG allocation.ReplyDelete
I loved the Bull by the way.
Just remembered it.Only 6 months ago !ReplyDelete
"Hello" I said.
"I know some good words" said the drunkest of the happy mob. Oh yes.
"Imprucity" I think I wrote that one down wrong.
"And Petrichor. That's a great word." It was.
And you think I'd have let that one go ;-0
I remember that blog. Imprucity, and Petrichor! And I now remember telling them to Dad on train and that it when he collapsed into a deep sleep. Forgotten to mention that in part two. Well, you weren't wrong, amazing place but it will take me AGES to get over ALEXANDRA not being in. How many of the 4500 are actually better? Probably not many! Maybe Rugby Tap not one I will love then, hmmmmm.Delete
Yes, the Squirrel is a cracking little pub. One of my two favourites from our Rugby trip, along with the Half Moon, which is very unlikely to appear in the GBG.ReplyDelete
And we encountered cheery drunks in the Alexandra Arms at 1 pm. On a Friday too 😜
Half Moon? I must add it to the list regardless, getting a kind of 'return' crawl of six pubs worked out already. What a town Mudgie!Delete
As it's election time, I agree with Mudgie. Other candidates are available.ReplyDelete
The Half Moon is the only pub where I've ever seen an actual fight kick off. It only lasted a year in the Guide after that, oddly.
Was that the only time a barman spotted you decanting your homebrew into a plant pot?Delete
Nah it was some CAMRAs asking for CAMRA discount when the beer was £2 a pint.Delete