One of the world’s great views next.
Crook, Hartlepool, Redcar…., what treats for you.
It’s over four years since I made it to Redcar, and that was for an Ember Inn. Before that it was Spoons. So only fair that a micro gets the visit this time.
Last time I noted the number of day-trippers from Middlesbrough and Marske, and here they were again, wondering when this exciting looking slide will be finished.
Some lovely street art, as Redcar becomes the Margate (OK, Herne Bay) of the North, the Fleetwood of the East.
It’s spick and span, which is good enough for me. Loads of dog walkers on the beach, a fair few families queueing for lemon tops at Pacitto’s, one pub ticker looking for micros.
The High Street is quieter than Gorleston on a wet Wednesday in November, the only highlight being this branch of an evangelical church called “God Wins”.
A quick look at WhatPub finds a sea of keg, bar one pre-emptive certainty which I’d have popped in if it hadn’t looked terrifying*. After you, Si,
Rita’s Pantry was buzzing too, a micro in the mould of those Baker St. Boro bars.
In a place called Rita’s Pantry you expect to hear “Martika’s Kitchen” (forget who that’s by), but “Manic Monday” and “How Bizarre” felt close enough.
Cosy, welcoming, crafty in part, pubby in others (see pickled eggs). I had the Pennine on cask, just as a local came in and said “The Pennine still on, I thought it was on its way out”. And he may have been right, but I scored a 3 so there.
But you know what, I still get Redcar mixed up with Saltburn, you know.
*One lad was wearing a PSG shirt, that’s all I’m saying