You’ve joined me on my near week long pre-Christmas crawl round The North (and Wales), getting pubs done before they shut for the whole of January to combat Dry****** or because snow makes them inaccessible.
I start on the edge of Sunderland with a confession.
Ryhope has a world-renowned Engines Museum that I know you’d have loved to read about and admire the Victorian beam engines.
Tough. It wasn’t open, I was in a hurry and I can’t stand history anyway.
History abounds in the Guide Post, an ultra-rare south Sun’land tick.
Hate history, love faded signs.
I was convinced this one said “Afterwork Pork“, but meat raffles are banned on Wednesdays anyway.
So how does the Guide Post get in the GBG ?
Yes, actually serving real ale helps. I applaud the selection; the well-known one and the Christmas one. The Double Maxim is a bit chilled but foamy and rich, NBSS 3+.
Its’s early afternoon, the pub is ticking over with topers and toddlers, and no-one takes much notice or asks if I’m a CAMRA. With children, TV, music and fun, it’s the very antithesis of a micropub.
Fittingly, “House of Fun” plays, an Old Boy whistles along to it and I can almost head Suggs nod in appreciation except there’s not much space in that 1982 classic to pause and nod.
Five points for identifying the TV programme; it’s not Pointless. Not that I’ve ever seen Pointless. Unlike Si, I don’t watch TV.
I get my perk in pubs.
Enough alliteration, though the next stop is South Shields, so…