I had been in the Porter and Sorter before. It was one of my 46 pubs during my ‘pub a day’ Lent a couple of years ago (which is probably worth a blog entry of its own at some point). Yet I couldn’t remember any detail of the pub. Not even the name had stayed with me.
Sitting in this Marston’s pub and I was stuck by how good it was. A decent selection of ales, good staff, reasonably priced decent food and – such a rare treat these days – table service for diners. Trying to work out why this pub hadn’t lingered long in my memory I suddenly realised, this pub isn’t actually particularly good.
Pubs near stations – particularly in urban settings – are of such low overall quality that it is remarkable to find one that offers the basics that a thirsty traveller might need.
I drank a Brakspear Bitter as I waited for my train