BANG BANG (CHICKEN) THE IRISH TICKS FALL, BANG BANG WHEN RETIRED MARTIN CALLS

I know you’ve been patiently waiting for an obscure B.A. Robertson reference (especially Scott), and there it is.

Pub No. 2 on the Norn Iron Tickaton, and the first one actually in the Guide.

It’s the White Horse in Saintfield (pop. 3,381), which looks promising when framed by bodies of water either side on the map,

but turns out to be a dull High Street with interpretative panels.

It’s an Irish equivalent of Long Sutton, which is an obscure reference for my lone Norfolk reader.

H & J. McRobert looks like one of those keg heritage pubs that are brutal but enjoyable,

but our GBG pub is the smart(er) gastropub,

with a solitary drinker at the bar, which we’re ushered away from in the cause of “table service“.

When our “server” isn’t looking I nip back to prove the existence of cask, otherwise there is NO way anyone would no it exists and order it.

I’d just had the keg Hilden Headless Dog (crisp, tasty, chilled), so I compared it with the cask (tasteless, not chilled)’ the keg won by a landslide.

Sorry, I’m a life member leech, kick me out and save your £14 a year.

It’s a restaurant, not a pub, but a very good one.

In fact, pub food in Northern Ireland is, in our experience, the best in the UK.

Seafood chowder with soda bread and Bang Bang chicken, the unofficial national dish, seriously impressive and tasty and they don’t show the calories so there isn’t any.

But the music. Mumford & Sons, this lot,

and Foreigner. Are they taking the mick or trying to scare off customers.

But then just as we’re about to leave, they play this, and I forgive them, a bit.

But only a bit.

7 thoughts on “BANG BANG (CHICKEN) THE IRISH TICKS FALL, BANG BANG WHEN RETIRED MARTIN CALLS

  1. I have to say when I was in Northern Ireland in 2007 I found the pub food severely lacking and often non-existent, although not as bad as in the Republic in 1994. I don’t know if things have changed dramatically or if we’ve been looking in different places. For example, on the main street of Ballycastle, a pleasant little town in a tourist area, nothing whatsoever. In somewhere like Devon the pubs would be falling over themselves to feed you.

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    1. I think the pubs in the GBG, mainly based around smarter villages and the loughs, are smarter than the average British pub (closer to Brunning & Price). I’ve never eaten anything but bar snacks in Belfast or the other large towns.

      In Ballycastle on the way to Giants Causeway we stopped at an “artisan deli” that sold the best cheese toasties I’ve ever had, at a price.

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