I still reckon there’s too much choice at The Globe. Still, you’ve got to love the place – we’d visit far more often it was nearer home; while its local popularity on Friday nights tends to put us off a busway excursion.
Tonight, though, it’s quite early, and we’re in Dunny to see Danny Baker at The Grove.
I think, and Steph suggests, that the clientele aren’t swearing nearly as much in here as they were in The Victoria. It’s true – and there’s a few reasons, we reckon. We think it’s something to do with the clientele and with the acoustics… we then naturally take to listening in to the blokes at the bar, who are (albeit reasonably quietly) swearing quite a lot.
As per my theory “dogs in pubs being beneficial”, there are at least three in here and their presence provides entertainment and generates a general sense of bon homie. The whippet in the pic looked docile enough but revealed a touch of the bastard about him when faced with canine competition. The collie, sat under the table, over the way, is being kept at safe distance. Lovely dogs, collies, but nuts.
Dunstable Giant for a second/last pint. The beer is named in remembrance of the erstwhile landlord, Mel, who ran this pub when it first opened, and passed away some years ago. I didn’t really know him. Thurls did. I had a pint of Dunstable Giant once at The Square & Compass in Worth Matravers – an idyllically scenic (and quite quirky) pub near Swanage/the English Channel.
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