Steal with pride, particularly blog post titles. And ALWAYS include a cat picture. This one from near Bonhommes in Filey.
It’s been 15 years, back to Euro 2002 and Sven, since I was in Filey, staying in a caravan at Reighton Sands during our “posh” phase. In all the time since then, the Beer Guide entry was pretty much the Imperial, featuring Copper Dragon and (hurrah) John Smiths Cask.
But, out of nowhere, Filey has acquired itself two new GBG entries. And a micropub. And some sunshine.
Filey really feels a long way from anywhere, an outpost of East Yorkshire battling to maintain independence from Scarbs. I liked it (again) immediately.
Bizarrely, I started at the pre-emptive micro.
If the Cobbler’s Arms doesn’t get in the Beer Guide I shall drink a pint of Doom Bar in Maidenhead; I’m that certain.
Obligatory dog, obligatory folk sitting at the bar, obligatory bench seating, obligatory local beer scoring NBSS 3.5 (Hop Isaac Poad).
But, breaking the micro mould, it also had Coors Light, a family room, and free tax advice (mostly, don’t trust someone called David).
If it’s not in GBG 18,someone has had dodgy tax advice.
New GBG entry No.1 is a proper pub,with proper scaffolding.
And proper bloke banter over unrecognisable R&B. Plus an atmosphere that said “locals” pub, down to pool table and recognisable beers in a wide range.
Luckily someone chose the Guzzler before me, making my choice easier. It was a very decent Guzzler, at least compared to the Welsh one last year.
Another cheery pub with decent pricing, worthy of its GBG place.
The town is quiet but pleasant, with a touch of Seaton Carew about it.
An unremarkable but layered seafront had a few gentlefolk strolling the promenade, seemingly wishing they’d paid the tenner extra to stay in Scarborough.
But then, you stumble across the steps up to the crescent,
and it all looks rather smart in a 1950s way.
Bonhommes Bar is an effort to find, but worth it for a bit of refinement and a hand drawn Theakston pump clip.
I;m not saying the carpet was dusty (clearly, I am), but I couldn’t stop sneezing, so had to down a bargain half of Rudgate in about 5 minutes.
That was enough time to enjoy “Video killed the radio star“, a personal favourite from the same year the carpet was last cleaned, and a bizarre conversation about pizza.
“Apart from the food being the wrong food it was lovely”
“It was actual Italian pizza, not your English rubbish”
Filey is very Hull, and a bit Saltburn. Which is fine by me.