The Bottle of Sack - Sutton Coldfield

Visited 12th May 2012.
 
We paid for an hour in a car park that turned out to be on the opposite side of the main shopping area so we ended up doing a fairly brisk walk through the town. I had one eye on Mrs SatSav and the other on Mrs S. in case she made a dive for an open doorway and ended up promising her we could look for a keyring on the way back if there was enough time. The pub was busy but we had no problem getting served, Mrs S. with a large latte and a Buffalo Trace and Pepsi for myself. We went looking for somewhere to sit and wandered upstairs where we had a good view of the body moldings hanging high above the bar, but ended up walking back down again and finding a table outside in the sunshine. As it turned out it was so pleasant sitting in the sun that we totally lost track of time, ended up rushing to finish our drinks and finished off with a mad dash back to the car. We arrived back at the car park just in time to see a parking attendant eying up the ticket on the dashboard. He wandered off and we dived into the car with a whole three minutes to spare! Come on Murray, go, go, go. We went...
  
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Goodman's Field - Greater London, Tower Hamlets

Visited 15th April 2012.
 
Our final 'spoons of the trip was 'The Goodman's Field'. Regular readers will have noticed that so far I have not mentioned Mrs SatNav, that will now to be rectified. The nearest tube station on the Hammersmith & City line to the pub is Aldgate East which isn't to far away from the pub. Sadly we didn't know the way so we turned the route navigation over to Mrs SatNav who promptly took us in the wrong direction (we eventually realised) so the walk to the pub was a lot longer than it needed to be. But we made it, finally. The pub felt as though it was one of the smaller 'spoons we have visited but it was doing a brisk trade in breakfasts and the place was pretty full. Still full from our breakfasts and pretty much coffee'd out we opted instead for a small Pepsi each. We finished up and left, taking a much more direct route back to the tube station where we once again went in search of a member of staff to let us through the barriers. Next stop Paddington where we found we had a half hour wait for the next train to take us home. For me 'The Half Moon' was the pub of the day but Mrs S. preferred 'The Goodman's Field', yesterday's pub of the day was probably 'The Rocket' for the view over the Thames. Highlight of the weekend had to be the bit off Brazilian style beef we had at the BBQ on Saturday night - delicious.
  
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The Moon on the Hill - Harrow

Visited 14th November 2010.

My final pub of the day.  I have a new phone which is providing the SatNav and it is telling me that I can only get close to 'The moon on the Hill'. I park up and use the phone as my guide while I walk the rest of the way. It seems to be about half a mile or so and it is getting cold so by the time I find the pub it is looking very welcoming. It is a wide but not very deep pub, reasonably busy and while I am waiting to be served I realise I cannot find my wallet. Now, I know I had it at the last pub so I stand there checking all my pockets and them my bag... Nothing! Bugger! I leave the pub and set off at a brisk walk back to the car - half a mile or so. I get back to car and after a (very) brief search I find it sitting in plain view in the middle of the passenger seat. Not sure how it got there but as least it's not missing any more. Half a mile back to the pub and by now I'm ready for a pint but have to settle for a large Pepsi! £1.80 for a soft drink... Hmm I always feel cheated at that, maybe if it included free refills I wouldn't feel so bad. Must remember to bring that up with the chairman if I ever get the chance to meet him. I sit and have a quiet drink as it is thinning out a bit now and when I finally leave there are no smokers waiting to assist me so it's a bit an arm stretch. I always look so ill when I do that. As I leave the pub I decide to have a little look round before heading back to the car and so end up turning right instead of left. I only walk a few tens of yards before I realise I can see the 'wrong' end of the road I parked the car in and with a loser look I can see the car. Doh! Oh well, at least I walked the drink off!

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The William Jolle - Northwood Hills

 

Visited 19th September 2010.

A few miles down along a pretty-ish straight road brought us to our last pub of the day. Fortunately it was pretty straight forward to find which was just as well as the charging socket on my phone, which I rely on for SatNav instructions had fallen off earlier in the day and was now running very low on electricity. Mrs S. doesn't like being lost and was starting to worry that we would never find our way home - I was able to amuse myself for a while by not telling her that we were only about 18 miles from our "home location". The pub itself is essentially one large room, panelled with a light coloured wood, a few alcoves and a few bookshelves. Again, it was fairly busy with a few families eating and lots of couples. Everybody seemed very chatty and cheerful. I opted for one of my now favourite tipples, a double buffalo trace and coke Pepsi with my chauffeur sticking with a small Pepsi. Another nice pub. And that was how the day went, all very nice pubs in their own way but nothing to make either of us say "Wow". Comforting in its own way. Despite no SatNav we made it home without any problems but now I have to get a new phone, stay tuned!

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