It’s like deja vu all over again. Scare stories about Brazilians in South Gloucestershire putting my return to pubs at risk, a year after a lot of fuss about Cheltenham Festival taking place just as Covid cases started to spike.
I was in the area a year ago, listening to some over confident Yorkies celebrating Leeds promotion and their inevitable losses in the Gold Cup.
I sensed they wouldn’t be celebrating in The Ivy later. Or the Harry Cook with its promise of Doom Bar.
A year ago I’d kept my blog blissfully free of Covid speculation, but I remember thinking that cramming 250,000 drunks into a racecourse seemed a strange move with rumours of pub Lockdown in the air. But what do I know ?
I was tempted to pop into the Adam & Eve, the archetypal “boozer in posh town”,
but wisely stayed in Gloucester that night enjoying Bass in Cheltenham’s scruffy neighbour.
A decade ago the question “Gloucester or Cheltenham ?” from Dave would have had only one answer, the Regency taking precedence over the run-down.
But Gloucester has upped its game with the Marina development, and even its Brewhouse & Kitchen is a cut above.
And the scruffy neighbour is just more friendly. Cheltenham is the place I was infamously ignored at the bar a few years back.
A nice “name that pub” for someone there. The beer wasn’t better than the welcome.
A day at the races is still on my To Do list, but I reckon Cartmel or Uttoxeter is safer and offers better beer, even if the blog potential may be slightly lower.