Two more pubs to finish Cardiff before I get to Newport.
Here’s that epic seven pub crawl in full (given I was on halves and poured two of them away I think I may have been more sober at the end than when I started).
Yes, Bing Maps says 2:19 hours but I must have doubled that looking for “comfort stops” as I ventured into Canton and Grangetown.
20 years ago Canton was the place to come for the best Balti outside of Brum, but it’s all artisanal now.
Take the Lansdowne, a pleasing corner pub in one of the most ethnically diverse suburbs.
“Children !” screams BRAPA in 2027, as he enters to find Jemima at the bar and Benjamin constructing Kerplunk.
Of course, I like to see children in pubs; they contribute to the hubbub that reader Pauline highlights as so lacking in you know what.
The Lansdowne is the embodiment of the changing urban pub scene, the Cardiff equivalent of the Bell or Rose & Crown in Walthamstow, taking the phrase “community local” to new extremes. Anyone who enjoyed Cambridge’s famous Carlton Arms under Terri and Jethro will know what I mean.
The presence of toddlers restricts my snapping to this highly unrepresentative shot.
As is the trend, it’s also a pub that clearly likes to stock beers that make regulars go “Oooh, I’ll try that !” rather than “Pint of Bitter Bert“.
Of course, I went for the one whose pump clip you can’t actually read. Again. But that’s because my photo is shaky. It’s actually Lithic, of course (?).
I liked it, I really did, even though I scored the beer 3-, whatever that means. It was cheery, inventive (turkey darts !),
and welcoming. But as I left I made sure I didn’t stand on Benjamin. Or his toy car.
It was a long walk to the last pub. Too long, in an age when you’re not legally allowed to wee in people’s gardens and the pissoir hasn’t made it over from Bruges yet.
So the Grange was a welcome sight.
This was more De Beauvoir town than Doncaster, a classy place appealing to the young professionals and students who insist on table reservations in pubs and aren’t surprised to see tips jars (top).
Make up your own minds on this one;
Another one for all you pump clip experts, I’m afraid.
The beer was decent ((NBSS 3), cool and tasty, and the pub was packed with folk enjoying “Uptown Girl” in an unironic way. I’d thought only Mrs RM could appreciate Billy Joel in an unironic way (joking !).
Look. The pubs were OK. The beer was often OK. But a Cardiff with fifteen pubs in the Beer Guide with only one (1) Brains house (and that presumably because it has seven guest beers) is no friend of mine.
Back to life, back to reality. A Chinese takeaway in Newport.