Happy Doom Bar Day.
I thought you’d like to see Mrs RM’s coping mechanism, which at least supports a beleaguered and misunderstood homebrewer from rural Aberdeenshire.
My coping strategy is this blog, and the Jamaican patties our local shop has started stocking.
More increasingly random highlights packages from underrated towns for you.
I chose Wrexham/Wrecsam from results to the classic search request,
“Old Boys drinking beer through a straw”
The other places that pop up with that treat are Hull and Dalkeith. Read what you like into that.
Denbighshire, as historic county obsessives know it, has all the most interesting place names.
Wrexham has the deep joy of being situated between the posh but dull dining pubs of the Dee Valley and the rather more earthy boozers of the ironworks towns.
There’s just enough architecture to justify a stop en route to the honeypots of Rhyl and Flint.
But is there enough for American pubmen?
Well, there’s a Joule.
And a shiny modern bar with Welsh microbrews and naff slogans on the wall.
The Horse & Jockey was always worth a look, but it’s years since I popped in there.
What do readers of retiredmartin really want ?
Ember Inns in Wrexham suburbs, that’s what.
In Acton Park I noted that beer through a straw in full effect and
“Ladies dressed as Cher c.1977 taking over the dining area (normally that’s the whole pub). Several of the Acton Park Shaggers had clearly already arrived in town.”
I wonder how the Acton Park got into the Guide?
Not a great deal else in town, though I did rate King’s Noodles highly.
Take your life in your hands and venture towards Chester and the pashmina lands of Lavister, where the Nags Head has stolen on of the Kelpies from Falkirk.
I enjoyed the isolated Griffin at Trevalyn more.
A rare Monday opener, drinking in the porch, flagstones, friendly pub cat. Mudgie would love it.
To the industrial west you get better scenery, aqueducts and earthier pubs.
If they’ve survived, of course.
I’d head to the King’s Head in unpronounceable Bwlchgwyn for the Big Hand and homemade lunches.
You don’t get views like this when you’re walking off Jamaican patties in Waterbeach.