Is Ponte really smaller than Castleford ? Who’d have guessed ? Pontefract has rhubarb and liquorice and THREE railway stations.
Leon lives relatively close nearby and also knows about trains, but not in a sinister way. He directed us from Monkhill past the castle ruins into town without pausing for breath, but I still managed a shot of the Mondrian.
Curry Charles was impressed with the cobbled streets and quaint shops here back in 2019, and although it seemed a little too quiet at 16:30 on a Wednesday, it looked cared for and enticing in a sort of mini-Hull way.
Just like Land of Green Ginger, you can never have enough of Ducks and Green Pease Row.
And now it leads not only to the Beastfair Vaults,
but to a rather good micro.
“A rather good MICRO, retiredmartin !” you ask.
Well, to be fair, they’re all I’ve got and the ones I’m going in now aren’t really any worse for table service and the beer quality is often excellent.
Like this rich, dark Small World Stout (NBSS 3.5+).
Lacings of the week ?
OK, no-one is going to come in on a mobility scooter and crash into the tables like they do in Spoons or Craft Unions in Scunthorpe but to be honest I was enjoying a chat with Leon about his turquoise ticking (top) and I wouldn’t have noticed if Colin the Cauliflower had turned up.
It was only 17:15; our tick was in the bag but we needed some value from our train fares so Leon started popping in pubs to
lick look for handpumps, without success.
“Are ya interested in old pubs, like ?” asked a bloke lurking on the street corner. “Look round that corner“.
That line normally leads to a bloke with a fedora offering you a bag of exotic liquorice for a quid.
Long closed but apparently on its way back, if you believe Facebook. I don’t.
Anyway, guess who’s been there most recently to record its demise for Pubs Galore. ITMA.