
Visited 27th August 2012.
If you are a regular reader of 'The Beer and Burger' you may have noticed a dearth of posts recently. I've not been very well and this has meant (apart from a short stay in hospital) no beer! Happily this situation has now been rectified and I feel the need to get back into the swing of things again. The August bank holiday seemed to present the perfect opportunity. Mrs S. and myself hopped into the car and set off for Winchester. We are going to a wedding in a few weeks time and Mrs S. felt the need to do a little handbag shopping and having struck out at all the local shops is setting her hopes a little further afield. We arrived at 'The Old Gaolhouse' in plenty of time for breakfast, which was the plan after all. I had a large breakfast and large latte with Mrs S. opting for the standard breakfast along with the obligatory large latte. They had no clean cups so we had to settle for our coffee being served up in paper takeaway cups. Just not the same. It was quite busy and there seemed to be a distinct lack of staff resulting in a pretty long wait at the bar. Having said that I quite liked the place although Mrs S. was not so easily pleased. We stayed only long enough to eat breakfast as Mrs S. was keen to get on with her handbag shopping. And the quicker we got the shopping out of the way the quicker we could get to the next pub!
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Visited 13th May 2012.
Another short drive and we were in Solihull. Plenty of shops for a bit of keyring hunting but by now Mrs S. had pretty much given up the hunt for the day and just wanted to get home. How could I distract her? How about visiting a 'spoons (for a change). I almost got a smack in the ear from her handbag but despite my size I'm a bit more nimble than I look. Following the obligatory photo we went in. It was a modern style pub with an upside down swan hanging from the ceiling. I ordered a Pepsi for myself but once again Mrs S. went drink free, claiming to be unable to drink another drop. I had a chat with the bar staff and found that our last pub of the day was just a short walk along the road and round one corner. Would we make it? Would Mrs S's handbag find its mark? Stay tuned for the final thrilling installment...
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