Next stop, that odd suburban area between Poole and Bournemouth that only GBG tickers ever visit.
Or people alarmed that the nearest stop-off point calls itself a train station on Google maps. Mudgie and Tom will explode.
No-one else gets off at Branksome, which won’t surprise you if you visit. Rather like Bexley, Upper Parkestone is a dull row of functional shops. Like Chorlton after a hurricane.
Like Bexley and Sidcup, fertile ground for a micropub. In this case, the “award winning” Smugglers Run.
Never found that, but I did find the Barking Cat in exactly the same spot. Coincidence ? I think not.
I really feel that historic micropub names should be better protected. Perhaps someone will start a petition on Discourse once broccoli issues are resolved.
More than that, it used to be a Chinese restaurant. Once a Chinese takeaway is gone, it’s gone for good. #UseItOrLoseIt.
Lots of beers, lots and lots. It takes ages to realised you need to look for the ones that say “on now”.
You need to look at the board as you’ll never get to the bar.
They’re all friendly Pros and when the Lady goes to the jukebox to put on “Hotel California” I nip in for the killer shot.
Ooh, I’ve heard of those, even if they’d have caused palpitations in the King Charles.
“Did this use to be the Smugglers ?” I asked the Eagles fan, just in case there’s another micro next door, like in That Colne.
“Yeah, that went T.I.T.S. up”
Apparently that’s an abbreviation for Totally In The ****.
Plenty of cask being put back at 3pm, which is what you want. Very much “pub” rather than “micro”. No doubt someone will want to know about the toilets.
The Anarchy Blonde was good, too (NBSS 3). But I think you can probably see why, tucked away from the bar, I didn’t stay for a second half.