Now Dick and Dave have had their craft fix I can bring you the Proper Pubs in Carlisle.
Ten minutes walk up Warwick Road to the Beehive, and a reminder of Carlisle’s leafy charms on the way to Brunton Park.
Pubs look great early evening, don’t they ? Shame I rarely go out after dusk these days.
it’s a cheery pub, packed with middle-aged diners and folk pontificating on the Prem.
A bit like the Pontefract or Leeds GK place, going strong on the guest ales to cement its GBG place.
The Tiffin Gold was fine, and cheap, but my photo makes it look a little sad, sadly. Come on matchdays and wear a Workington scarf.
As Curtis Mayfield sang as I left, “Move on up“. Well, west.
Back in town I ordered my crispy beef and Singapore rice from Yummy’s, a Top 20 takeaway, and wondered what to do while I waited.
Evensong at the Cathedral ? A walk up Scafell ? A tour of a nuclear plant ?
OK, the Howard Arms it is then.
Traditionally the go-to pub pre-match for folk who favour Theakston in trad pubs over “choice“, it’s just survived refurbishment, if not Halloween.
While the barman fulfilled a Prosecco order I inspected the refurbishment.
Well, it’s immaculate, leaving the wood to shine but making the pub a welcoming place for women, who outnumbered me early evening.
Rather different from the Howard’s heyday as a State managed house, or 1996 for that matter.
I can’t remember what the beers were, but it was always going to be Theakston Best, wasn’t it ?
Less predictably, it was £3.80. Cheap in Manchester, steep for Carlisle.
But I’d rather pay £3.80 for a gorgeous cool, smooth pint (NBSS 3.5) in a beautiful pub like this than, oh, you write the rest.
E.L.O. and R.E.M. (what’s wrong with E.L.P. ?) your musical accompaniment.
Spookily, the lacings clearly resemble Jeff Lynne if you stare at the glass for 3 minutes.
A great night, rounded off in true retiredmartin style with proper English food.
Jealous, heh ?