If you read part one, you might be aware that I wasn't having a lovely time in Suffolk, this being my first exclusively BRAPA trip to the county since 23rd Feb 2016.
As well as getting some good Ipswich pubs done that afternoon/evening, none of which are in the current GBG (Briarbank, Brewery Tap, Mulberry Tree, Thomas Wolsey, errrm Margaret Catchpole), that night was also famous for every photo of me looking like my head had been removed, and then re-attached to my body at a slightly weird angle.
Almost exactly six years on, back to the present we go, and perhaps the first signs that things were looking up was our realisation (especially Daddy BRAPA's) that Woodbridge was one of the most 'delightful places in the UK' with its rows of colourful cottages, and quaint town centre, where our next pub fitted in nicely.
The rains of Eunice weren't abating, the pubs so far hadn't been great, but had been grating, we needed this one to deliver, as I continued to shiver ....
And it did deliver, in this sense that it was an improvement on what had gone before, though that bar was pretty low (excuse the pun). Angel, Woodbridge (2056 / 3619) had a smouldering centuries old hearth to our left, friendly barmaid front and centre, and not one other customer to the right or in sight. In fact, now I think about it, I'm not sure we saw anyone at all in Woodbridge who didn't work behind a bar. A real ghost town, no wonder Dad liked it, it is always the people who frustrate him. I'd feel the same if it didn't make blog writing that bit harder. The Wherry was drinking excellently, I'm a big Woodforde's Wherry fan when it is in this kind of form. Pairs well with a homemade sausage roll or three, which Dad was smuggling about his person. Having had to suffer so much dining madness to date, snacking opportunities had been impossible. He now strategically positions us so that we were not in full view of the bar but can still feel the fire. Our situation is helped further when two ladies (presumably barmaids from other pubs) position themselves between ourselves and barmaid, so we can pop a succession of #MummyBRAPA homemade treats into our gobs in one go. That's how to do surreptitious pub eating, ladies and gentlemen. Whilst this pub was a vast improvement on the Cherry Tree, it didn't fully save the day. What was it about the Angel which made the pub not as good as it should be? Dad got it in one. High stools, high tables! Not in-keeping with an ancient pub like this one iota. Flog 'em all on eBay and replace with something lower and comfier, and this pub could really be a winner.
|State of 'em! So needless too.|
|Top Wherrying from our hostess|
|Smouldy old dough|
|Fire re-lit, and top saus roll blocking from this fluffy coated duo|
After Dad did a bit more cooing in the direction of Woodbridge, we notice a building with something interesting and weird jutting out of the top. A better blogger than me would spend the next five paragraphs telling you what it is, but I know you BRAPA fans Only here for the pub! Let's go in.
|Blow ya whistle ref!|
|Alright lads, it isn't that exciting|
|"You're getting sacked in the morning!" Dad reads Alex's contract, detailing his 'release clause'|