retiredmartin

June 2025. Bridlington.

Three pubs a minute’s walk apart in an hour had put paid to any idea of re-exploring Bridlington Old Town or walking the seabird coast, and I suddenly realised I’d forgotten to eat.

A man doesn’t come to the coast to eat pork pies or quinoa, he comes to sit on a park bench and scoff fish and chips.

And where more authentic a seaside culinary experience than Cod and Chips in your friendly Spoons.

20 years ago on my visit this was a GBG regular, indeed the sole Guide entry before Brid realised there was an Old Town and then invented micropubs.

Quite a nice JDW, the gentlefolks choice.

Clean and spacious, and you can go home to Mrs RM and say you saw a puffin.

Look, it’s clearly not the best place for your fish lunch, but look at those condiments !

And, after a swift pint of orange juice which was probably more unhealthy than that plate above*, a 4th Jaipur under £2 of the month, and a 4th NBSS 3.5. Still no sign of this duff 2.5 beer I keep reading about.

I really didn’t need the Bramley apple pie with Belgian sauce, but I guess I did.

Luckily I was able to walk off the calories on a half mile saunter round the seafront, admiring this tribute to our American friends,

and feeling slightly relieved the machine that goes round and round and makes you feel sick was out of action.

*You may be looking at the very first picture and wondering why I needed that side order of Whitby scampi and the only answer I can give is that I had all those sauces to try.