Warwick is a great base for an afternoon in Coventry, provided you can cope with a 30 minute wait in Leamington Spa.
Just enough time to photograph all the tourist photos, or use the loos in the Jug & Jester while it’s still a Spoons. By the way, why do all provincial railway stations have those dreadful Pumpkin places.
Last year in Cov we exhausted the potential of the city’s two cracking free museums; this year we finally stumped up the £6 for the Cathedral. It’s an all-time bargain.
I’d always thought the highlight was the juxtaposition of old and new Cathedrals, and the vast glass window you can see outside. But it’s the inside that is staggering.
A combination of colour, light and shape to demonstrate that the 1960s did leave something worthwhile in Coventry. My new favourite cathedral, though Blackburn comes close.
Of course , it was in the following decade that Cov made an indelible mark on music, with an existential classic that struck a chord with disaffected youth of the city.
NAME THAT TUNE
A few yards from the cathedral. a rather less reverent atmosphere pervaded the Earl of Mercia, Cov’s quieter Spoons. Even Simon Everitt will struggle to get some good material here, which is saying something. You can of course drop peanuts on the heads of Fosters drinkers from the gallery above the bar, something Simon may be learning in Melbourne at the moment.
Not much real ale being shifted at 4.30pm, but clearly enough for the cheapo Ninkasi to be rated highly by Mrs RM. These Spoons collaboration beers irritate me irrationally. Rubbish pump clips, a beer you’ll never see again, a chance missed for a proper local family brewer on the bar.
I suppose I shouldn’t complain though. While the 5.8% Spoons Special (all the way from Wolverhampton) was being sold at £1.65 (with that all-important voucher), over the road in Drapers the local UBU @4.5% was £3.75. But of course, good beer is underpriced now.
2 points if you can work by what % the UBU was more expensive.
That said, the Purity was excellent, and enjoyed in a really attractive but odd theatre-like building close to the Uni. This is the one I’d go back to, after the Town Wall Tavern of course.
After a stroll round Far Gosford, we couldn’t resist the call of the ancient Whitefriars.
Great windows, proper seating, heated political debate (“Stop pulling my hair !”), Tull’s Aqualung, old fellas dancing to “Sex Machine”*, Happy Hour porter.
What more could you want ?
If this was in Cambridge it would be the Eagle, serving polite lunches to polite tourists. This is a proper pub.
3 pubs, 3 cracking beers in Cov.
Nothing we saw in town, however, could compare to the transformation around the railway station, though I’ll miss the scary walk through the underpass.
* I can never hear “Get on up” again in the same way.