I’m typing this in Fitzgeralds in Sunderland. The beer, especially for a Monday outside Uni terms, has been excellent throughout. There you go, cask saved.
Not sure about Wales, though it was doing well in Dolgellau when I visited several weeks ago. According to Google I could be there in just 12 hrs 39 minutes. Think I’ll pass.
EVERYONE had been to Dolgellau (Doll. Geth. Li). Except me.
No idea why. It’s brilliant.
Compact, quirky, unpretentious, buns.
The Old Glossop of the West. And a bit like Castletown as well.
You know I can’t resist a pub with an original Carling Black Label sign. Can you still get it? Probably in Goole.
I entered the Torrent Walk through the wrong door, a speciality of mine, but no one told me off.
Proper seating alert.
Monday lunchtime, when most Welsh pubs are either closed or accepting diners only, and here were Professional Drinkers, alongside folk enquiring about “Build-a-Burger”.
No, you’re wrong. I went for the Porth IPA, a cool, crisp 3.5.
My notes say “West Indies v Cheesecake”. Now, cheesecake aren’t a country, so it’s either a song or a food order competing for attention with the Universe Boss XI, who lost, I think.
I could have stayed there all day, if I’m honest.
But I had to drive Duncan round Bass pubs later.