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February 2025. York.

Back from Poppleton, I wondered how much of her ChatGPT generated Insta-friendly York blog Mrs RM had managed to tick while I was ticking the Lord Nelson.

Not a lot. “Research” her excuse. She’d found York astonishingly busy on a damp Sunday night the week before half-term, and sure enough the pubs and diners were buoyant on the approach to Walmgate via the Merchant Adventurers’, which will make a lovely Brunning & Price.

You might have been hoping for a particular pub on Walmgate, but I bet it wasn’t this one;

Mrs RM had beat me to Brew York’s rambling Tap by 20 minutes, but so far failed to order from Yuzu’s in-house Asian kitchen due to a nervousness about leaving her much prized seat to order upstairs.

Since an unconvincing visit in 2018, they’ve expanded from a simple little Tap,

to create a vast Beer Hall with retro styling,

and a huge beer board. ALL the 3 dozen odd tables had “Reserved for Hugo/Emily” signs, the city’s Gen Z population about to descend for the Sunday quiz.

Mrs RM worked out she could order some messy bao buns and loaded fries on the App and never leave her seat ever again,

and I hid my mild disappointment at not being able to tick the Beer Hall.

I’d never much rated Brew York till that Fairytale beer, but now I’m a convert all I really wanted was a pint of Juice Forsyth on keg.

In truth, too carbonated and a daft idea. But the heart gets what the heart wants.

Mrs RM wanted that sensational 11% Imperial Stout Collabor8, and who was I to deny her ?