I forgot I actually did have a pair of BRAPA briefs ......
|Not lucky pants|
So, how are you enjoying this new trimmed down format? Please comment below, give me a nice big thumbs up to click like, and subscribe (hypothetically) for more award winning content. Pub blogger of the year? Hold my beer.
Fast forward to Sat 12th June, I'd never 'ticked' a GBG pub on this date before so it was already exciting. A lady on the train had fewer friends than me so bought herself a present
How gorgeous is Roydon? I was expecting a damp concrete flyover type East Berkshire style town, but it was a cute little village:
|You know you are in a good place when the village sign looks like an inn sign|
|See what I mean?|
New Inn, Roydon (1799 / 3228) stymied me from the off, by 'forcing' me to have a strong Adnams Broadside. And I had a dodgy stomach before we'd even begun! A pissy wedding was going on outside, some faffy older ladies faffed in the doorway, so I took my chance and was served with the effortless confidence of a local who'd woken up under a pub bench, having been there all night. The most CAMRA looking men ever spied my GBG. "CAMRA is 50 years old this year, did you know?" one said. "Yes, I'm vaguely aware" I reply, though internally I'm screaming "50 YEARS OF CAMRA BOOK, LAURA HADLAND, PAGE 164 MOTHERFUCKER!" but it would've been a weird outburst in the circumstances. Anyway. My lovely visitors were here. Quintessential Essex GBG pub this one, the first of many strong pubs today.
Simon Dewhurst off of Twitter had said he wanted a BRAPA outing when I was next near that mystical Herts/Essex border area. Loving an ale or seven himself, his Dad kindly agreed to drive us to the difficult first couple, and then public transport/taxis would be our way forward after that.
|I've not been kidnapped, I don't think|
When we approached the next pub, I had my reservations. Partly about not having made reservations. It was Euro 2020/21 heaven, can you tell how I guessed?
But don't be fooled by the inflatable bollocks (so to speak), this was a great pub to bring up the 40% (again) of BRAPA GBG ticks .....
Best staff of the day too at Theydon Oak, Coopersale (1800 / 3229) as we're greeted warmly by the most northern barman in Essex "ey up pal, 50% off all ales if you brought a whippet" he probably asked, and a gang of sprite barmaids (no I don't mean they drank lemonade), were as personable as one could hope. Outdoor only was sad, as a toilet trip showed what an indoor classic this would've been. The giant screen was about to show Wales, but Coopersale's Welsh community hadn't got out of bed yet, so no one really cared. The Wherry drank well, but not Leighton Bromswold 'well'. And Daddy Dewhurst got the dubious honour of highlighting the 1800th pub in his first. These fair weather BRAPA supporters eh stealing the glory!!
DD drove us the couple of miles to Epping which was further away from Coopersale than it looked in the GBG. He left us with the sound advice "look out for the landlord, Robin", and sped off, after one of the finest BRAPA cameos in recent history.
Forest Gate Inn, Epping (1801 / 3230) was a strong contender for 'pub of the day' in a very strong line up. Sitting inside was a bonus, it was an immaculate pub, it had a near 'other wordly atmosphere' and when Simon told me it was barely changed in 50 years, it was easy to accept as fact. Staff superb, my Bishop Nick (def not brewed by a pilot at Andrewfield Airfield) one of the best kept pints today, the chips Simon got were top class (which they should be at that price!) and just when all hope seemed lost, the famous Robin waddles over and sits on a stool directly in my eyeline, presumably for BRAPA purposes. Daddy D used to be in a rugby scrum between Robin and his similarly proportioned brother. Amazing to imagine. Scampi & Bacon Fries behind the bar too, pubs don't get much better than this.
A short stride out to Epping Tube to get to Loughton next, and Simon D was really warming to the BRAPA ethos, as he spotted 'hero of the day' even before me. A bloke with a feather in his hat walking in front, so busy looking up at aeroplanes, he kept tripping up, dropped his keys, then threw them in the air in a "don't worry, I'm cool!" manner, that didn't really hold much conviction.
Loughton was disappointing if you compare it to the other places today, boring high street chain shops etc. Though it did have this:
|B. Patient Ltd|
It was perhaps a sign (I mean, I know literally, it is a sign) you can't ever expect to have it quite your own way on any given BRAPA outing.
|Look at that bar, quite glorious|
|Colin fits in effortlessly here|