Shadhona, South Street, Bishop’s Stortford (59%)


Saturday 8th April 2017.

Madame Cholet’s burrow on Grange Road accepts paying guests under precarious terms. The key to the front door, for instance, mysteriously withheld. We negotiated a testy agreement to a midnight curfew. Andy Lev crouched poised behind a convenient wheel arch, in case things got gnarly.

Boozy late afternoon’s work of sun and supping. The Grand National. The Nag’s Head beer garden, galloping poppycock.

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My duck starter, oddly spiceless and unmarinated – same too my lamb chop main. The general opinion ho hum. Perhaps the long table of twenty-two boisterous beefcakes, still hot from scrummages and wet flannel lashings, distracted the old sensorium. It was a bruising cacophony.


A word for the Landlady of the Jolly Brewers whose sage instructions with regard the hand drier in the gents averted a soggy sayonara. Not a single incriminating wet palm print on a trouser seat pocket.


Judge ‘Gonzo’ Pickles
Fred ‘Skippy’ Pickles
Andy Levett
Scott Simpson


One comment

  1. Average fayre but a lovely little wheel arch and a superdooper old day!


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