Sadly (for me, if not you) loads of Norfolk posts for the next week. If you like Norfolk you probably a) live in Islington and wear a pashmina or scarf or b) are confusing it with the Virginian one.
Great Yarmouth isn’t really Norfolk, of course, anymore than Stockport is part of Manchester.
I joined the thousands of half-term holidaymakers on another sunny late October Monday, lured by Elvis wigs, cheap burgers, tattoo shops* and state-of-the-art transport systems.
A ten minute stroll away from the hot dogs and hep cats into North Yarmouth, home to the cemetery of your dreams, behind which lies the first of three (count them) new Guide entries.
This is the sort of new GBG entry that you apparently don’t get anymore, if you read some whingers who tell you it’s all micro pubs and brewery taps now.
I was a bit surprised that Cask & Craft across the road hadn’t beat them to Guide glory, until you realise that the cask is actually keg.
It’s my sort of pub. Hooks on the bar for your man bag, nachos machine, proper seating, a bloke drinking Aspalls, Kate Bush “Running Up That Hill“.
Two beers you’ve heard of, and the local one that gets the place in the Beer Guide (not JS Smooth).
Two customers, two staff, the other one of whom said “I’ll just go and grate some cheese”. That may be a euphemism round here, but they were serving lunches, apparently.
In fact, it couldn’t have been more pleasant a lunchtime drink, except that the Wherry (so enjoyed by Si on Saturday) was undrinkable (unless you happen to be a urinal). Yes, I did score it, NBSS 1.5.
Come for the welcome, come for the carpets…
Drink the Aspalls.
*Thinking of getting one on my elbow with the word “eleven” on it. Keep up.