NEWCASTLE (ii). IN THE BRIDGE, OUT OF THE BRIDGE, UNDER THE BRIDGE

June 2025. Newcastle upon Tyne.

What’s it like being the lone male in a group of professional pub crawlers doing Newcastle ?

Well, conflicted between taking the lead in choosing the route and being outed as Alpha Male and ridiculed on MumsNet, or just going with the flow and risking spending the weekend berated for not having a plan.

In case of doubt, follow the yellow brick road. Or, failing that, the green and red lights on the pavement outside the castle,

which lead you to…

Love the Bridge, Fitzgerald house,

great last year, reliable grub,

but, disaster. They’re not doing food anymore. How is that possible ? I heard Karen and Jane’s tummies rumble, accusatorily.

Never mind, 7 minutes walk past through the medieval centre to their check-in on Quayside,

during which Mrs RM took the initiative and found us the Bridge Tavern, literally under the Tyne Bridge.

I wasn’t completely convinced, remembering a from a trendy microbrewery place from a decade ago that never pops up on “Best Of” lists, and was a bit surprised to see it still in the GBG.

A touch open plan diner, yet to get going at noon that Friday,

Bloke sits down while women consider options

but the Wylam Pale was supremely cool and tasty (NBSS 3.5),

and the grub was tasty and interesting. Who does calamari without salt and pepper coating in 2025 ?

Mrs RM was always going to be the champion stottie lifter,

a fish finger stottie the lunch of kings.

Yes, I nicked her chips when she went to the loo.

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Retired NHS, doing long walks around UK and the world to record the great bits. Focused on Good Beer Guide pubs and live music.

4 thoughts on “NEWCASTLE (ii). IN THE BRIDGE, OUT OF THE BRIDGE, UNDER THE BRIDGE”

      1. Friday 15th April last year but sadly only for 2¾ hours. Including Gateshead meant that I used two of the bridges and I had a good look at the swing bridge too.
        I also had six minutes in Newcastle the next day but only changing trains.
        Two days under Lyme last year was plenty.

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  2. The French or Belgians, when they invented chips – I love reminding Yorkshiremen of that fact – decided on the correct dimensions, so they got the right proportion of crispy outside to fluffy inside, and so that the inside was properly cooked before the outside got burnt. (The baguette has the same rationalist origin, I gather.)

    Some people just won’t listen to reason, however.

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