OK, as might be clear from my contribution late last night on the Tories thread, I went to The Stable in Southampton yesterday.
I really enjoyed the evening and the premise is excellent - if you like apples, pizza or pies.
it’s wall-to-wall cider from tame, sweet, colourful stuff; to strong, dry cloudy stuff; to a selection of calvadoses. And thanks to the tasting platter concept (5 1/3 pint samples) I think I tried every single fucking one of them.
I couldn’t fault the cider, but if I had a criticism of the place it’s that it isn’t really conducive to a drinking session.
To me, the name The Stable conjures up a rustic, spit and sawdust pub with quirky, old and comfortable chairs. So that was what I was expecting. Instead, it’s open-plan on two floors with clean, light wood tables and benches - redolent of a post-modern Munich beer hall. As I got louder and more obnoxious I felt quite conscious that perhaps I’d missed the point.
Anyway, the food is good but expensive for what it is. They focus on pizza and pies and offer a good variety of both.
As for the cider, I had stuff I loved and stuff I didn’t love, but it was all good quality. They have a large number of ciders on tap and an even larger number in boxes. The boxed ones are the whackier ones, and they are not chilled which makes them tastier but less refreshing.
I finished the evening on something called Mr Whitehead’s Boxing Day which was 7.5% and nice. Well actually, I finished the evening by hoovering up the leftovers from our tasting platters. On reflection, that showed poor judgement.
I’m not a very capable drinker and had a pint of something different at each round (nothing under 5%) and shared 3 tasting platters, so whilst I’m fragile this morning, I really should feel much worse.
Perhaps staying on apples all night means you don’t get so hung over?
Get yourself to one Bucks, you’ll love it.