ALL THE PUBS IN RYE. THE GLOBE INN MARSH

November 2025. Rye.

The usual routine. 2 days in Waterbeach, leave a bag of washing in the garage for pick up later, pack light for trip to Rye via London. I cannot believe how much luggage folk drag around the capital.

22 minutes between trains.at Kings Cross St Pancras. You’ll recognise the lure of this place,

but there was a greeter at the door, and it put me off heading in for my £7 ESB.

Still, an 90 minutes later I’m in Rye,

where Mrs RM has found a table for lunch (after seemingly living on stew for a week).

The Globe is a singular pub, for sure.

Tucked in a gorgeous little lane on the way out of Rye, with its cluttered exterior it will appeal to the Sunday Times set rather than the Stafford Mudges of the pub world.

This was in the GBG when I first visited the town in 2016 and coined that blog title that remains one of my best.

Simon Everitt will loathe its North London larder/garden centre” look, I wrote, but it didn’t last long enough in the GBG for that joy.

I think I missed the Bass mirror back then,

but I remember the handpump centrepiece.

You only get the Waterworks micro in the Guide these days, and the Romney Plum Pudding lacks spark but Mrs RM enjoys it as much as the décor, though the banter quotient is low.

And the food, fish pie and saltmarsh burger, is tremendous. There’s an inverse relationship between how meagre pub burgers look on the plate and how good they are.

We share (!) a Harvey’s, cooler and crisper than the Romney (3+),

and let me tell you, sharing a pint with Mrs RM you’re never coming out a winner.

20 thoughts on “ALL THE PUBS IN RYE. THE GLOBE INN MARSH

  1. Oh. An unscuffed Harvey’s glass.

    Well, there’s a turn up for the books eh?

    (I’m galled to say, that Mrs E and I missed this one on our last Sussex exploration.)

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      1. Brunning & Price must be the best of TRG’s brands which include Wagamama and Barburrito.
        I went to that Edgbaston one on the tram last year.

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      2. I knew they’d sold up but didn’t know who to. I thought the Sutton Hall on the edge of Macclesfield was superb, you’d have enjoyed the beer.

        Matt Curtis the beer writer just put Macclesfield in his Top 10 beer towns (as opposed to cities).

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  2. I cannot believe how much luggage folk drag around the capital.”

    You should see some of them these days on airplanes.

    “but there was a greeter at the door, and it put me off heading in for my £7 ESB.”

    The price would put me off!

    “where Mrs RM has found a table for lunch (after seemingly living on stew for a week).”

    Hmm. Stewed what?

    “with its cluttered exterior it will appeal to the Sunday Times set rather than the Stafford Mudges of the pub world.”

    (slow golf clap)

    ““Simon Everitt will loathe its North London larder/garden centre” look, I wrote, but it didn’t last long enough in the GBG for that joy.”

    Probably a good thing. Si would’ve gotten at least half a post out of that alone!**

    ** – half of one of HIS posts, that is. 😉

    “I think I missed the Bass mirror back then,”

    See! You’re focusing more now (apart from that horrid middle urinal thingy in the last post).

    “but I remember the handpump centrepiece.”

    (looks down)

    What the heck is that?

    “though the banter quotient is low.”

    Oooh, oooh! They need to incorporate a ‘banter quotient’ into the GBG, as an extra indication of a good/bad pub.

    “And the food, fish pie and saltmarsh burger, is tremendous.”

    Sadly, that’s not always the case these days.

    “We share (!) a Harvey’s, cooler and crisper than the Romney (3+),”

    That would be the Plum Pudding, not the Golden Ale.

    “and let me tell you, sharing a pint with Mrs RM you’re never coming out a winner.”

    (slow golf clap)
    Well done sir! (doffs hat)

    Cheers

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    1. There might have been banter in the Globe but I was, as you would expect, too intently listening to my wife.

      Not joking about Mrs RM’s pace by the way. One of my earliest memories was taking my parents to a smart pub in the North Yorkshire Moors and Mrs RM drinking two (2) pints of Old Peculier before the starters arrived.

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      1. She was probably nervous at meeting your parents.
        (I was like that with Rose’s parents, even long after we were married)😊

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      2. Mrs RM isn’t nervous of anything, except the dentist.

        We’d been married 3 or 4 years and got on great, enough to take them on a trip to North Yorkshire.

        She is just a pro.

        See ! I can be nice about her !

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