ABERGELE : JAM JARS AND COCKTAILS BUT NO SCRATCHINGS

 

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Who’d have guessed it ?  Almost overnight the string of North Wales coastal towns beloved of holidaying Scousers has become Small Pub central.

Abergele

Well, anyone who’s been to Middlesbrough or Thanet will understand the phenomenon.

Of course there’s an emerging schism between the “Herne model” micro appealing to blokes aged 57.86 who drink local cask, and the gin/cocktail/keg bar that appeals to their children. Come in, the Hoptimist.

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Where are you ?

On the ten minute retiredmartin taxi to Abergele Duncan became more obsessed with the pronunciation of Dovecot (“ducket”) and I resolved to keep him off the flights, but failed.

The little bar was packed, the beer board “challenging”, the queue for the loo the stuff of middle-aged nightmares.

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Fans of little jam jars should book their caravan holiday in Prestatyn now.

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Foam
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I feel ill looking at this photo

Oooh, 10p a pint to the RSPB” said Duncan.

You should have the beer from Cwrw, they’re a reliable brewery” I said, not helping.

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Duncans hand, and bag containing his marker pen, probs

EVERYONE apart from Duncan was drinking brightly coloured liquid from a fishbowl. But, hey, I was young once; I drank Snakebite in the Ancient Druids at lunchtime.

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You may laugh at his Action Man jumper

Lots of laughs, lots of high heels, some decent beer based on my dreg, But NO PORK SCRATCHINGS.  That’s a step too far.

 

 

 

 

 

18 thoughts on “ABERGELE : JAM JARS AND COCKTAILS BUT NO SCRATCHINGS

  1. Those ridiculous jars, all full of identically-coloured, golden liquid, are half-hidden by a nondescript and badly finished piece of wood, running the entire length of the bar.

    So their purpose is?????

    And if further proof were needed, “the queue for the loo,” says it all.

    What it boils down to Martin, is you haven’t really sold this pub to me!

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      1. Duncan, Simon and I do these pubs so you don’t have to.

        To be fair, anything that gets folk of whatever age out of the house is fine by me. Unless they’ve got a weak bladder.

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      1. I’m going to cut ’em some slack.

        In these days of many beers – most of which you have never heard – if, like me, you don’t, say, drink dark beers – or if you prefer them – then it saves the bar staff having to answer the same questions endlessly.

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