There’s only really two view of Gosport that matter.
The view from the Spinnaker tower;
and of course the view from one of the dozen or so back street green or brown tile boozers.
I didn’t get either on my flying visit, but I’ve still wrung THREE posts out of this trip. Which is top blogging.
Gosport pubs were, coincidentally, in the news that week as a Village Home (Doom Bar) regular reported a positive test. Luckily, it’s not in the GBG, despite sellling Doom Bar.
The High Street is “not without charm“, as I often say when lost for words.
On my sole previous visit I’d caught the Portsmouth ferry at 8pm and stomped through a darkened main drag to the wonderful back streets.
It was no busier at 10.30am on Thursday. Surely the Spoons would be buzzin’ ?
Very pleasant though. If Spoons staff really hate their employer as much as Beer Twitter tells me then they’re putting on a fine mask. I only stopped for coffee and bacon roll; I’d have used Coffee #1 but there’s no sit-down service yet, so Spoons is stealing a march.
Is Gosport the Andover of the south ? Certainly it looked very under-pubbed. Is that a bad thing ? Discuss.
I walked west, taking in the majestic Cons Club (Fosters),
the dead Royal Arms,
and the futuristic electronics store on Stoke Road.
A quick right turn up Queen’s brings you to the eponymous hotel.
Look at the top photo and see 30 years of GBG entries under the same Landlord, and providing one of my best ever pub experiences a decade ago.
Five minutes away, the Junction looked almost as appealing. You could be in Freemantle (Southampton not Oz). Let’s hope these backstreet boozers get the trade now.
“I must come back here” I thought, perhaps too loudly for the bird that dumped its white/grey load on my well-worn blazer at that moment. Needed to bung it anyway.