Messed up trains this season meant a slightly impromptu nature to the boozing in Maidenhead on this occasion.
Started in the Corner House
, where we saw a local ref enjoying a pint of Stella in full kit. This was just after 11am, so he hadn't yet done his game.
Clean, tidy, reasonable beer. Don't bother asking the young barman for pub advice however, as everything was "Fucking shit" in his opinion! After here, we went to the newly refurbished Maiden's Head
. We were the first people in and they were clearly delighted to have some custom. Not cheap, but decent beer & cider selection and the lads who ate said the nosh was good. Nice big beer garden out back too for the smokers.
Finally got to visit the Anchor
and my word. What an experience. No beer on, so I switched to G&T. When it arrived there was a straw in it, which I thought was the lads taking the piss. Then I saw the state of the glass. I used the straw. The Fosters apparently tasted like cream soda as well. Shocking. As I said at the time, "Its not in the good beer guide. But if it was, 'Rough as arseholes' would feature in the description." Even Greek was horrified by the place and he's led us into some absolute fucking dives over the years thanks to his "Why are we walking past a pub?" type moaning because he's a fat bloke who doesn't like walking.
Popped into Stripes
(the clubhouse) to rinse our mouths out before KO. Two pretty young ladies behind the bar helped matters. Greek inventing some cocktail involving Blue WKD & Disarono didn't.
After the game we met Lenny and he took us to Bar Sport
for a few before we headed home. Not half bad as shiny sports bars go. The 'Jam Doughnut' shots were a little unnecessary however.