You’ll know I’d go to great lengths for Draught Bass. Even Maidenhead. But I wasn’t paying $20 plus tax plus tip in the Gordon Ramsay “pub” in Vegas, so I’d given up on my Burton medicine for this trip. Plenty of Bass memorabilia im the casinos to taunt me, though. Of course, the Bass mirror… Continue reading GRAND CANYON OF BASS

13) The Queen’s Arms – Cowden Pound, Kent A very overdue visit to one of Mr Coe’s basic, unspoilt pubs, which I now understand never made the Beer Guide because the landlady didn’t want pub tourists like me there.  The village, and the doggie at the top, made me as welcome as you could hope. … Continue reading NEVER MIND THE HOGMANAY, HERE’S GOLDEN PUBS VOL 3

A 4.30am start, or lunchtime in your money, for a 5 hour coach trip to the Grand Canyon. A journey currently enlivened by “School of Rock” and Australian girls discussing their belief in the paranormal and how Bananas in Pyjamas went downhill when CGI was introduced (those last two are connected). Let’s just hope there’s… Continue reading WHEAT BEER AT THE ARIZONA RODEO

  Time for a pub cat !  Definitely the star turn at the Pineapple.  As someone remarked during a gap in service, if he could pour pints he’d be perfect. 7) The Pineapple – Kentish Town A rare community pub in the Beer Guide in North London, rare cool beer, Bass mirror and “Are you one… Continue reading MORE GOLDEN PUBS 2017

Once I get home I’ll do a proper post on America; the Chinese takeaway chains, shambolic coaches, and irritating habit of adding tax at the till. You’ll be glad you live in Runcorn. Or Canada. Vegas is astonishing though. Believe me, it’s better than going to the real Eiffel Tower and Pyramids. Fake Venice is… Continue reading WHADDYA EXPECT FOR $2.50 IN VEGAS ?

These titles get worse, they really do. But not as bad as BRAPA poetry, oh no. This post is brought to you by the WiFi on board the Bolt Bus from LA to Vegas, with upload speeds of about 1 photo per Hershey’s bar. The technology that forged the moon landing 48 years ago, folks.… Continue reading BEVERLEY HILLS HOP

I know it’s not the end of December yet, but I won’t be flying back mid-holiday to tick an identikit micro pub in Southport, so I’m calling it (as the Yanks say). Here’s a couple of extracts from the giant spreadsheet. Don’t ask me what it all means.  Basically, I’ve been to about 80% of… Continue reading DECEMBER STOCKTAKE

I have now got cold AND hot running water in the Travelodge, and removed an offending article from the drawers, so our hotel is approaching Bates Motel standard, at least. But consistent WiFi, of course is still beyond Los Angeles in 2017. If you want to see how to run a hotel in the UK,… Continue reading SHUT UP ABOUT WEST COAST IPA ALREADY

Rubbish internet = short posts. Great fun on the metro back from Santa Monica. BRAPA can caption this one, Mrs RM made me go in the English pub that WAS open. No Bass in the Britannia, but something to remember the homeland by on Christmas Day.