JIMMY EAT WORLD, RETIRED MARTIN EATS AT THE GLOBE

October 2025. Leicester.

Our 36 hours in Leicester concluded with a late lunch in another historic pub, the venue for local CAMRA’s branch meeting that very evening. Even my remarkable powers of persuasion weren’t enough to convince Mrs RM to stay and convince CAMRA to ban halves put the Cherry Tree in the GBG.

The Globe is one of the survivors from the infamous “Pub Men Do Leicester” trip almost exactly 7 years previously, a period that’s seen the loss (one way or another) of the Bowling Green, West End, Criterion and The Pub from the cask trail.

An ancientish Everards flagship in town, and a man should not come to Leicester and miss out on a pint of Tiger.

Nice hand pumps,

though as in 2017 not a lot of takers for the cask. The afternoon session is dead.

So let’s celebrate the Tiger and Old Original being….good enough (NBSS 3).

Still a decent food trade, though. Good enough for two (2) of the chef’s specials to be sold out, but the fish and chips were superb.

Almost as good as the staff, who had to deal with toing and froing between the kitchen and our table as we jointly negotiated the diminishing menu.

We shared a second pint of Old Original, nodded along to Jimmy Eat World,

and I chickened out of dragging Mrs RM to the Cherry Tree on the dash back to the station. 3 minute pints of Bass aren’t for everyone.

14 thoughts on “JIMMY EAT WORLD, RETIRED MARTIN EATS AT THE GLOBE

  1. If only the Globe had been on the Hopper Bus route (ribbit!), it stops outside the Cherry Tree, then whisks you up to the station.

    (The Real) Mark

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  2. “Even my remarkable powers of persuasion weren’t enough to convince Mrs RM to stay and convince CAMRA to ban halves put the Cherry Tree in the GBG.”

    Pfft. The only time my powers of persuasion work in the misses is when I suggest something I know she’s already agreed to.

    “The Globe is one of the survivors from the infamous “Pub Men Do Leicester” trip almost exactly 7 years previously, a period that’s seen the loss (one way or another) of the Bowling Green, West End, Criterion and The Pub from the cask trail.”

    Ugh. I hate to hear pubs disappearing like that. The younger generation definitely aren’t picking up the torch that is passed. But, c’est la vie as they say somewhere across the channel.

    “though as in 2017 not a lot of takers for the cask. The afternoon session is dead.”

    (sigh) 🫤

    “but the fish and chips were superb.”

    Looks yummy!

    “We shared a second pint of Old Original,”

    Did you use two straws as you gazed into each other’s eyes?

    “3 minute pints of Bass aren’t for everyone.”

    LOL! 😁

    Cheers

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    1. “I hate to hear pubs disappearing like that. The younger generation definitely aren’t picking up the torch that is passed”

      Craft beer bars are where it’s at now. The expense of £7 to £11 pints keeps out the lager riffraff, and the weird brews keep out the stained beards…

      I still like the old school places but very few seem to be attracting post-Boomer punters in. It’s not enough to just be a nice old building selling good but boring brown beer.

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      1. Sigh, too true. Things change with the times. There’s no such things as ‘drive-in movies’ over here in North America any more. Hopefully the ‘pub’ will continue to endure… even if it winds up being 3 men in a shed at the bottom of someone’s yard. 😎

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  3. I had the Bleed American album the first time around before they chose to rename it.

    Not many better albums this century! Wasn’t too keen on later stuff though.

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