Penultimate night before 'Lockdown II'. It was Tuesday 3rd November, and if you think I'm dragging my heels a bit with writing up these blogs, then you'd be right. Somewhere, in a psychological recess of my brain, it feels that whilst I have pubs to write about, they aren't quite as closed!
Spreading my wings after last night's mini-success in Harrogate, I took the train up to Darlington which had two new GBG ticks in the 2021 edition. Ahhh remember the golden days when Tier 2 meant you could just go to a pub for a drink?
House of Hop (1718 / 3145) wouldn't ordinarily open on a Tuesday, and they only have done, today at 6pm, you've guessed it, with the idea of getting rid of their surplus ale. She tells a confused local couple this, looking pointedly at me whilst doing so like "BRAPA, you lucky fucker" and she's right. 18:01 when I took the above photo. After Miley in Rochford Saturday, it felt like the gods were taking pity on me with this forthcoming lockdown about to stymie my progress. Explains why, despite having had to press a doorbell to ensure I could get seated without a reservation, I only find one customer, a young lad tapping away on Untappd. He does have friends, he later claims, but they couldn't make it. I must try that line when sat alone with Cauliflower. A £2.50 pint of Three Brothers stout is perfect on a cold evening (NCBS = tasty). She really pushed me towards it though, must be the beer they had most left of! Lack of phone signal had me constantly paranoid the train might make up ground (after my Harrogate experience last night, hardly surprising). All was dull until afore mentioned couple arrive. "IS THAT A CAULIFLOWER?" shrieks Mrs Confused from across the room, and soon we're all chatting mascots, pub ticking, lockdown and stuff. Even our new Untappd friend, we'll call him Matty Johnson cos that was probably his name, according to my Untappd stalking efforts, joined in.
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