Before you read the rest of this, can you name the pub chain from the photo above ? Course you can. Especially of I add “random tractor” and “too many pumps“. Anyway, another couple of Lancashire ticks in the beautiful Ribble valley. Loads going on the OS extract below. Witches, hills, a recent National… Continue reading THE RIBBLE RIDDLE
Month: August 2018
THE UNPREPARED DALES PUBMAN
Preparing these posts from photos and a few unintelligible notes on an I-Phone presents a few challenges. Do I report every trip, every pub ? Do you really want to read about a workaday smartish Thwaites diner in a workaday village on the edge of the Dales ? Perhaps you do; I don’t care. … Continue reading THE UNPREPARED DALES PUBMAN
EARLY DOORS IN SKIPTON, CAPITAL OF LACINGS
Two days at home then off to the Dales with a night in Skipton, cruelly (?) overlooked in Mudgie’s “Beautiful Town” Vote. I see this morning that Skipton isn’t exactly endearing itself to Pub Curmudgeon. Come friendly asteroid… https://t.co/oiWaegVi1f — Pub Curmudgeon 🍻 (@oldmudgie) August 21, 2018 Now, firstly I would say this comparison with… Continue reading EARLY DOORS IN SKIPTON, CAPITAL OF LACINGS
A BASS FOR “MR BRIGHTSIDE” OUTSIDE THE ARCHERS
Just to prove I do occasionally read your comments on here, this post follows a recent suggestion from the mysterious hedgenerd about Draught Bass in Grantchester. To be fair, I’d want to remain mysterious if I lived in Grantchester or Trumpington. “I just had a nice pint (two actually) of Bass at the Green Man… Continue reading A BASS FOR “MR BRIGHTSIDE” OUTSIDE THE ARCHERS
UP BRANDON CREEK WITHOUT A (BEER) PADDLE
A welcome return for Mrs RM in today’s post. Yes they sent her back first class from the Rifle Drum in Northampton. Also a return for pies, and our beloved campervan, which is about to get its big trip out. You’ll know who or what you’ve missed most. It must be more than a decade… Continue reading UP BRANDON CREEK WITHOUT A (BEER) PADDLE
GOOD BEER GUIDE STOCKTAKE – CALM BEFORE THE STORM
“Show us yer spreadsheets” demands reader Mr D Mackay of Paisley, Renfrewshire. You may recall that Pubmeister is the chap who has nowhere to go now he’s finished the Guide (several times), and is resigned to photographing plastic phalluses in South Shields and setting up a nudist colony on a remote Scottish island. Anyway, here’s… Continue reading GOOD BEER GUIDE STOCKTAKE – CALM BEFORE THE STORM
THE SURPRISING BISHOP’S STORTFORD
Just to prove to you I do occasionally encounter good beer as well as politically incorrect toilet art on my travels, here’s a break from writing about drain pours. Actually, it took a couple of days at home to recover from the deep trauma of finding my last Gloucestershire tick inexplicably closed for Summer,… Continue reading THE SURPRISING BISHOP’S STORTFORD
PERFECTING THE DRAIN POUR
It gives me no pleasure to bring you diary extracts recording my adventures in dull or undrinkable beer this summer. Not much pleasure, anyway. Better news is on the way; everything I drank in Blackpool last night was cool and tasty last night, even in the recently maligned Pump & Truncheon. High turnover is… Continue reading PERFECTING THE DRAIN POUR
MUMS WHO CRAFT
Bristol’s suburbs take a bit of getting used to, which I like. Better to be lost in a dangerous part of town than to know where you are, any day. It turns out the Greenbank isn’t actually in St Pauls, it’s in Easton, or possibly Stapleton Road, where I get off the train. Anyway, this… Continue reading MUMS WHO CRAFT
HELLO CHUMS
Next up, a Bristol micro. Yes, another one. Micros aren’t just for run down seaside towns, you know. Chums is in the heart of gentrified Redland, Bristol’s Gwydir Street . Stockport has no equivalent, though “Where The Light Gets In” may be the equivalent of Redland’s famed “hunter gatherer” restaurant Wilsons. I love this area;… Continue reading HELLO CHUMS
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