TO BRATFUD IN SEARCH OF BRAPA (AND CURRY)

Late on Sunday The Pub Ticking Phenomenon Known As BRAPA asked about catching up the next day to tick Sheffield. 7 hours spent checking Facebook, Twitter and the Micropub Almanac revealed that ALL 3 of Si’s targets were likely to be shut, so I suggested being DES on a tour of West Yorkshire.

Could we try and do Hanging Heaton as well ?” asked Si, pushing his luck. Don’t ask, don’t get.

Bradford’s treasures are now within an hour’s reach.

The lone new entry (Exchange Beer House) isn’t open till the 17th (which needs an official title*) so I’ll be back by train soon enough and can then enjoy the many delights of West Yorkshire’s premier drinking town, which it certainly is now Huddersfield has lost the Slubbers.

Si was getting his first jab at 3:15 in the Jacob’s Well pub,

or at least that’s how I read his text. I’d normally have parked at least five miles away to give him some exercise, but as an occasionally caring individual I didn’t want him passing out post-vac like some Gen X’ers.

So I parked outside the gorgeous primary school; 7 year olds don’t nick your car, do they ?

The area south of centre is a joy for lovers of football shirt sponsors, peeling paintwork, and streets dedicated to famous Pub Men who were actually educated at the local University.

While the dodgy underpass takes you beneath Hall Ings to a deserted Centenary Square where the water fountains have been switched off as Covid likes water, apparently.

That’s a shame; the fountains between the Alhambra and City Hall are wonderful fun for toddlers and 56 year old topers alike.

So, two hours to kills before I become BRAPA’s taxi, time to admire the civic architecture and street art and find curry.

Look ! I’ve brought the good weather with me again ! Who’d have guessed that ?

Bradford shone, it really did. The streets were bustling, all the seating taken, and the much-maligned new shopping centre annoyed me with a bizarre one-way system which took me out from the loos to somewhere near Bingley.

Actually, close to Jinnah, which promised me this;

May be an image of 2 people and indoor

But sadly, not till 3pm. Who eats a late breakfast at 3pm ?

Time for a change of plan..

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*Thanks Mark !

12 thoughts on “TO BRATFUD IN SEARCH OF BRAPA (AND CURRY)

      1. That’s very sad news.

        Almost as sadly, I never did get to have a drink in here as it was unaccountably closed on a Friday afternoon when I went there with Pubs Galore a few years ago.

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      2. I had to re-read my post on Slubbers; couldn’t believe it was so recent, only months before Lockdown. It’s not a pub to enjoy with Covid restrictions. Best pint of Boltmaker (aka Best) I’ve had.

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      3. Yes, the Slubbers was undoubtedly the highlight of my 2019 days in Huddersfield so there’s probably only three properly good pubs left in the town now.
        There must be fears for the future of the New Beehive, the highlight of our Proper Day Out in Bradford.
        It’s pubs like those that really make a trip away so worthwhile.

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      1. Good point, if good grammar is an issue. Magnificent 17th ???

        And honest, I failed to read Mark’s suggestion before making my previous suggestion.

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  1. “so I suggested being DES on a tour of West Yorkshire”

    This would have been handy to know when I started reading Part 1 of his ‘jab day’.

    “isn’t open till the 17th (which needs an official title*)”

    The Serene Seventeen?

    “Si was getting his first jab at 3:15 in the Jacob’s Well pub,”

    Hmm. Actually, pubs would be a good place to get the jab. 🙂

    “but as an occasionally caring individual I didn’t want him passing out post-vac like some Gen X’ers”

    Si’s made of sterner stuff. Well, apart from his wonky knee. 🙂

    “7 year olds don’t nick your car, do they ?”

    They work up to that. At their age they usually just key the car.

    “and streets dedicated to famous Pub Men who were actually educated at the local University.”

    Pfft. I have a brewery named after me!

    https://www.russellbeer.com

    “where the water fountains have been switched off as Covid likes water, apparently.”

    Covid:
    – likes water
    – hates nightime
    – likes (checks my height whilst sitting) heights over 51 inches
    – hates people less than six feet apart in a store
    – likes people less than six feet apart in an aircraft

    It certainly is a conundrum!

    “time to admire the civic architecture and street art and find curry.”

    Admiring the civic architecture and street art would curry favour surely?

    “Look ! I’ve brought the good weather with me again ! Who’d have guessed that ?”

    Unless you hold up that day’s newspaper they could be stock photos.

    “Who eats a late breakfast at 3pm ?”

    Night shift workers?

    “*Thanks Mark !”

    (doffs hat) Mark wins. 🙂

    Cheers

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  2. Slub, a slightly twisted yarn, prior to spinning, or a decorative bump in it…syllabub…a dessert made from cream, sugar, and lemon juice, or wine, or spirits, and known in England at least since John Heywood’s Thersytes of about 1537 – “You and I… Muste walke to him and eate a solybubbe.” The word occurs repeatedly, including in Samuel Pepys’s diary for 12 July 1663 – “Then to Comissioner Petts and had a good Sullybub” – and in Thomas Hughes’s Tom Brown at Oxford of 1861 – “We retire to tea or syllabub beneath the shade of some great oak”…

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