retiredmartin

December 2023. Hull.

It had been a good night out in Hull, but I resisted the call of a fourth pub, saving the invitation to finally visit the Vauxhall Tavern for another day.

One day…

Just like the perfect hat-trick, this had been a classic pubber’s night out.

Something Old – the George

Something New – the Old Bull’n’Bush

Something Pre-emptive – the Ship

How’s the rhyme go. Ah yes, Something to Chew. I’d forgotten to eat. Again. I could just about have caught the 18:24, but the 19:26 would give me time to fill my tummy and wander slowly through the Old Town staring at pubs.

Emerging from Hodgson Street and a last bit of street art (apologies if it’s rude),

I felt that call of the Chinese takeaway that always kicks in after 3 and a half pints. But the menu at Chinese Express across the road was too complicated after 3 and a half pints, and Dope Burger looked irresistible.

And it was. Always good to eat local. Dope music,

Dope sauce,

clean toilets and tables.

Right, half an hour to the train. The light on the North Bridge crossing says GO,

and I manage to steer a relatively straight path back to the station,

dodging the discarded knickers (?),

and resolving to come back and do Hull properly (again) soon.

I nearly went in the Empress to see if they really did have John Smiths Cask on as What Pub promised. Somehow, I doubt it. Cask John’s is a rarity in 2023.

Sitting on a bench with McDonald’s black coffee and brownie, singing “It’s a mystery”, I rather thought that £28.30 rail fare was a bargain.