Being up-to-date, I can bring you a few highlights from my recently discovered cache of Google photos. Starting with a pre-blog 2015 trip to Ghent and Bruges, just for regular reader and pashmina expert Pauline. Ghent is one of my favourite cities, just behind Manchester, Nuremberg and Wolverhampton. Plenty of great pubs here, but you’ll… Continue reading BELGIAN BOOZE-UP
Month: February 2019
POTTERIES, PHIL POWER, PEDIGREE & PODS
Yes, I know Hollington near Uttoxeter isn’t strictly in the Potteries, but anything past the JCB factory counts as Stoke to me. So cut your pedantry. Attractive part of the world, underrated despite or because of Alton Towers. The weirdness of Cauldon’s Yew Tree to the north, the simple pleasures of Pedi to the east.… Continue reading POTTERIES, PHIL POWER, PEDIGREE & PODS
PEAK PRACTICE
You’ll be delighted to know the French posts are over; it’s all rural England for a while now. Starting with a walk from gritty urban Ashbourne out to Mapleton in a stretch of the White Peak that rarely troubles the Guide (more to do with scant GBG allocations than shoddy beer). In fact, you really… Continue reading PEAK PRACTICE
PISSOIRS & PARISIAN PUBS (SORT OF)
Last post from France before I head toward Alton Towers. Phew. Two myths to debunk first. First, Paris didn’t stink (come back in Summer though), it was perfectly pleasant, bar the risk of stepping in newly laid dog mess; don’t they have laws ? And the French were courteous and efficient in the face of… Continue reading PISSOIRS & PARISIAN PUBS (SORT OF)
PARISIAN MICROPUB HUNT
I made Mrs RM walk all the way round central Paris while we were there, 15 miles on the Monday alone (she tells me, bitterly). After all, you can’t see backstreet pubs from the metro, can you ? From the lower Mousse we ambled back to Montmartre via the Louvre and Les Halles, guided only… Continue reading PARISIAN MICROPUB HUNT
POMPIDOU AND CIRCUMSTANCE
More shameless use of this blog for my Parisian holiday snaps. But fear not, there’ll be posts from rural Staffs coming up soon enough. Blog views overnight from Oman, Pakistan and India, but none from France, so I think I’m safe with an honest perspective on the capital. Our tourist route took us away from… Continue reading POMPIDOU AND CIRCUMSTANCE
NO CASK AT LE FROG & ROSBIF
Day 2 of our Paris Match, and I’m despatched by Mrs RM to get the croissants, something you can only legally do in France. This is the view from the Adagio at Montmartre. That’s right; you can’t see a single micro pub. Montmartre is the quirky heart of Paris, and more importantly has lots of… Continue reading NO CASK AT LE FROG & ROSBIF
MOULIN MURK
I know you’re desperate to see my holiday snaps from Paris by now, so here’s the highlights from the great Montmarte to Galeries Lafeyette crawl. I’ll say this; it’s no Wolverhampton, is it ? Loads of specialist cheese and cake shops down Rue des Martyrs, but where are all the pubs ? It’s no wonder… Continue reading MOULIN MURK
MY FIRST EVER KRONENBOURG 1664
A couple of days in Paris with Mrs RM, mainly so I can moan about it on my blog and upset my French reader*. The highlight is always going to be the Sunday morning pint at St Pancras, isn’t it ? I failed to squeeze in here when it opened before Christmas, but 9.45am is… Continue reading MY FIRST EVER KRONENBOURG 1664
SHEFFIELD : IN THE CHURCH OF THE POISON MIND
A rare appearance by a long-forgotten Culture Club single from that summer of ’83, and a rare appearance by our two lads, pictured in a Sheffield pub on Saturday morning. This was a flying visit to check our undergrad lad was eating “properly“. He certainly demolished a Balti at 7 Spices near Shakespeare’s. You’ll… Continue reading SHEFFIELD : IN THE CHURCH OF THE POISON MIND
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