Never let it be said that us pub bloggers don’t take you on the road less travelled, eschewing honeypot UK.
Simon is in bucolic Bromley, Duncan just back from Estonia, a suburb of Kilmarnock I think, and of course Life After Football is STILL struggling to find his way out of Coalville.
I was in Hartlepool. Along with a thousand police enforcing local lockdowns in Seaton Carew or confiscating “Release Colin” T-shirts or something,
As you’ll know, Hartlepool(s) is famous for two animals; H’angus the spy monkey
and this horse that gives tourists rides along the promenade.
I’m fibbing of course. The Rat Race has never sold lager.
The Rat Race, the second ever micropub, is also closed due to Government regulations banning micropubs.
But fret not (I wasn’t); Hartlepool is more worthy of a visit than at any time since Keith Houchen played for ‘Pools.
I spent an hour there, and STILL don’t know why it was called West Hartlepool when presumably an East Hartlepool would be underwater ?
Sadly, the walkway from Church Street to the Quay was fenced off, so I’ll have to come back with Stafford Paul and bring you reports on that and the Proper Pubs on the Headland.
Plenty of Strongarm with a giant head on the headland, supplied by one of the UK’s top craft breweries.
The Church Street area below the station is Hartlepool’s Mill Road, its Wellington Road, its Portland Street.
Pizzas, memorials, boarded-up pubs, and a Spoons.
Most of the town seemed to be in the Ward Jackson drinking shots, but I headed for the excellent Hops and Cheese, a worthy new GBG entry.
I entered to Weller singing,
and indeed the town seemed full of police. Goodness knows what it’ll be like if Sutton United fans are allowed into town when they play at Victoria Park.
More craft bar than micro, it would have been great with a few incomprehensible local arguments to eavesdrop in on, but a chorizo scotch egg and Half Moon Wilma touching NBSS 4.
I may well persuade Paul in here for a DIPA when we do the Headland pubs, and as a man of the world Paul will, I’m sure, be able to identify this weird object on the floor outside.
If it’s a Teesside prophylactic, I don’t want to know.