3rd January 2020
The East Yorkshire ticking weekend took a familiar path.
Park up in Hull, check-in (Ibis this time), admire the city but bemoan the lack of a Tim Horton’s, catch train to Bridlington and do pubs on way back in.
A year ago I didn’t even know Bridlington had an Old Town; perhaps it didn’t and it’s part of the Hull Cultural Capital legacy.
Not only does it have one of the great small Old Towns in the UK, it has a shop selling hipster caps for eight (8) pounds.
It also has a shop selling signs to micropubs.
Because I was on a tight schedule I couldn’t afford the time to go in every pub, but rest assured that like the Board Inn they all looked compelling.
Of course, I’ve got the one with the wordy words on the wall, which is often a danger sign.
Odd one, the Pack Horse. No-one comes to Bridlington for the Old Town (do they ?) and there’s just three Old Boys at the bar on a quiet Friday afternoon when the chintzy cafes seem busier.
The Christmas decorations don’t help; we took ours down on Boxing Day, and I wouldn’t have had them up at all if I had any authority in our house.
If you lived in Harlow or Solihull this would look exceptional. Here, it’s up against the wondrous Board Inn and suffers in comparison.
Nice trad beer range, though the lack of Plum Porter is probably illegal.
Beer from Abbeydale (OK at best but only £2.70 a pint), music from Fleetwood Mac, Rainbow and Survivor, and some rustic banter that seems unintelligible a week on.
“Your life and your family will be forever loved”
Or it could be a lyric from a Journey song.