For the third Thursday in a row, we find ourselves at the pub. At least this week it’s a different pub to the last two weeks 🙂
A familiar story though. Just like the last trips out, another opportunity to catch up with friends presented itself, so we hopped up the M1 for three stops and into this Brewers Fayre establishment (after navigating the weirdness of the A610/A6002 roundabout).
We found our large group at the back of the pub, grabbed a table and then I headed off to the bar to order. One of the saddest pub sights greeted me upon arrival. Two hand pumps, with no pump clips, and consequently no beer.
A pub with no beer. That is not a pub.
At least there was food available. I ordered the dish described on the menu as “chicken garlic chicken”, a chicken breast coated in breadcrumbs, brushed with garlic butter and served with chips, a fried egg and a lightly dressed salad garnish.
Which came first? The chicken or the egg? Well, in this example they both came at the same time. Classic pub grub, simple and tasty. The salad garnish was really just a garnish, a bit more would not have gone amiss.
Mrs MOFAD opted for the smothered chicken, known pretty much everywhere else as hunter’s chicken, your usual chicken breast “smothered” in BBQ sauce, topped with bacon and melted Cheddar cheese, served with chips, coleslaw, garlic bread and a lightly dressed salad garnish (again). Also good standard pub grub.
But no beer. Poor show Brewers Fayre. It’s not like it’s New Year’s Day and there hasn’t been a delivery.