Just for the Prof, a live blog from the heart of Manhattan, and his recommended Bass stop.“You’ll like it” says the Prof. And I do. Mid-70s US pop and the Stones plain white table cloths, relaxed feel, the Jicks on the screens, art on the ceiling.Mrs RM just said” Am I drinking your Bass?”And she… Continue reading Live Blogging from the Ear, NYC
Month: June 2019
WINCANTON WINS AT A CANTER
I may have missed out on the Beer & Pubs Forum Trip to Uttoxeter, but a week on I was in that other weirdly named racing town that only seems to exist in sports bulletins. Quite why there’s a cow on their sign, rather than a horsey, is beyond me. Mind, at 54, I’ve still… Continue reading WINCANTON WINS AT A CANTER
“A TOWN CALLED MALICE” ON A TINNY SOMERSET HI-FI
Wiltshire has fallen. So, onto Somerset, a key county in my quest to emulate the Pubmeister and Do The Guide. I’ve only recently made it past halfway, and beyond lies the terrors of Devon. With flaky public transport and duff opening hours, every trip out here on the A303 justifies a couple of nights away.… Continue reading “A TOWN CALLED MALICE” ON A TINNY SOMERSET HI-FI
ALL BEER AND TABLE SKITTLES AT THE STUMBLE
Always draw them in to your blog with a Bass mirror. Even though they know there’s no chance of Draught Bass in a new micropub in Bradford-on-Avon. I arrived at the door at 7.01pm, fearing the micro worst. You know, high tables, hops and halting conversation. The Stumble is stunning. It actually looks like a… Continue reading ALL BEER AND TABLE SKITTLES AT THE STUMBLE
NO WILTING IN WILTS
These little posts are brought to you courtesy of the superior WiFi of the Brooklyn Hotel on 1199 Atlantic Avenue. So fast it’s typing up the next post as I write this one. You left me walking back into Bradford-on-Avon towards my final Wilts tick, admiring the skyline and the stonework. I had 12 minutes… Continue reading NO WILTING IN WILTS
CROSS GUNS BY THE AVON
I’m writing this on my Huawei after a session at the Blind Tiger in New York, so don’t expect much. Anyway, Wilts. The lovely GBG had given me 3 new Guide entries within a mile of Bradford on Avon station, the middle one an attractive mile walk along the Avon. Gunshot and alternative lifestyles ahoy.… Continue reading CROSS GUNS BY THE AVON
NEVER MIND THE B*****S, IT’S BRADFORD-ON-AVON
Closing in on completing Wiltshire now, as part of my unique “complete the Beer Guide doing the easy counties first” method. For some reason, I always think B-o-A, as tickers call it, is in more glamorous Somerset or Bathshire. But the muddy canal is very Wilts, though the view across the Avon isn’t. I’d walked… Continue reading NEVER MIND THE B*****S, IT’S BRADFORD-ON-AVON
SALISBURY – MORE THAN A MUMMIFIED HAND
Just for the Prof, who quite likes the place. And so do I. Last stop for me before Larmer Gardens and my annual alt.music fest, Salisbury is a good mix of pubs, stunning Georgian buildings, a church unencumbered by scaffolding, Ushers signage you can see while avoiding Trowbridge, and a lovelier underpass than any in… Continue reading SALISBURY – MORE THAN A MUMMIFIED HAND
TALKING TO STRANGERS OVER ROCHEFORT 8 IN EARL’S COURT
Onward. From Hammersmith to Earl’s Court. Via lost cats, weird stuff, and crumbling tube stations, to more beer and curry. Charles and I would have walked the mile from the Dove, of course. But the steps down to the tube do you good. I think. 20 years ago Earl’s Court would have been full of… Continue reading TALKING TO STRANGERS OVER ROCHEFORT 8 IN EARL’S COURT
Whoa, whoa, for the wings of a Dove
Today’s cover stars are Barb and Richard from Chicago, where pizza was invented in 1492 and it’s even scarier than on “The Wire”. Barb and Dick, and Dave and Joan, were finishing their latest attempt to save UK cask by drinking it. Mrs RM and I, along with special guest Curry Charles, met them at… Continue reading Whoa, whoa, for the wings of a Dove
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