THE DARGETT TAP AND KOND PEDESTRIAN TUNNEL

June 2026. Yereven.

This is Mrs RM’s tick list for essential sites in the Armenian capital, denoted by camels.

Reader, I saw zero camels in Armenia.

These mini-posts are mainly to jog Mrs RM’s memory of an epic Yerevan mop-up day last Sunday, though if I do get some Armenian views I’ll be delighted, as it’s a “pointless” country at the moment. More interest from the Northern Mariana Islands, wherever they are.

I’ve had more views (4) from Iran, rather less pubbed than Armenia, which is the first country to adopt Christianity as its official religion. What can it mean ? It means nothing.

The next £2 Yandev whisked us from the base of Mother Armenia to Diana Abgar Park, close to the smartest hotels and restaurants (£7 for pomegranate juice in Seasons) and the Beatles Pub.

Beatles Pub is one of two Untappd paying entries, but seemingly focused on Belgian beers rather than Armenia craft, so we picked Dargett’s taproom.

It’s 3pm on Sunday afternoon, and (apparently) just one other couple in what is clearly a premier site. We enter to the sound of Sheffield’s own Arctic Monkeys, who you have to travel far beyond the Caucasus to avoid.

I’d seen Dargett bottles everywhere, and the tap looks crafty with the exposed ducting and beer menu (Mrs RM LOVES beer menus), but in truth it’s more Brewhouse & Kitchen than, say, Hop Hooligans.

The food menu arrives before the extensive beer list, and there’s nothing really weird on there, which isn’t a criticism, just an observation.

All the beers seem to be a similar price, so why on earth I had the (decent) session IPA rather than the Russian Imperial Stout I’ll never know.

Mrs RM, contrary as ever, has the cider and I hoped she wouldn’t be matching apple and grain as I’ve only got 3 aspirin left.

Luckily, she then has a large pot of Armenian tea, the sensible choice to match some quality pub grub.

The brewing vessels are downstairs, along with lots of tables with reserved signs on, so obviously Dargett does fill up quite quickly with tour groups.

Tellingly, no-one sitting outside in the oppressive heat, and Mrs RM by now is wilting, though wanting to tick off those camels.

The Kond pedestrial tunnel was closest,

a third of a mile of grime and graffiti to hint at an alternative Yerevan we never quite got to.

This picture probably captured the state of both our befuzzled (?) brains at this point,

and we took a Yandex back to the hotel to await a cooler evening.

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8 thoughts on “THE DARGETT TAP AND KOND PEDESTRIAN TUNNEL”

  5. OMG: So many elements on which to comment here. Please allow me.
    My World-Wide Web pages have a ExtremeTracking icon, which you would not view if you have some JavaScripting blocking on. It looks like a globe.
    Guadeloupe is a country worth clicking on. It is not affiliated with F.I.F.A., but it does have a relationship with CONCACAF, which likes to invite it to participate in its bi-annual tournaments. One of my best articles which you most likely didn’t view was a piece about Guadeloupe’s playing in the 2007 CONCACAF Gold Cup – because my print outlet bit the dust after I submitted my article to it.
    The reason it didn’t have a wider scope? It is still a French colony. It is a member of the French ‘Community’, which is France’s equivalent to the English ‘Commonwealth’. All the players on the Guadeloupe National Team *can apply for a French passport*, which will enable them to play for any team in the European Economic Community.
    If you want to excavate, when you see the globe on my W-WW page(s), click on it. There are some eyebrow-raising URLs linking back to it (some NSFW), but at the least, you’ll glimpse who visited it. My pages get so few visitors -to my dismay-, but there are a bunch of big bots.
    You didn’t drink the Russian Imperial Stout (NOT brewed in Russia) because you were still dismayed you drunk a Russian-brewed beer the previous day.
    From being in sex-positive communities, I can foray the missing noun in the ‘Girls with pierced’ graffiti was for the crotch area of the female, which has lots of nouns; clinical, graphic, and vulgar.

    Oh, and that is it.
    Now, as far as how the World Cup is going when I post this: I believe I have found the key facet for the U.S.A.’s crashing 1-4 loss to Belgium [I myself will swear off Belgian-brewed beers for the balance of the summer.]. The equipment manager for the side, who put the U.S.A. in some _ugly_ black uniforms! He should be sacked and prohibited from any future contact with U.S.A. national teams, at any level. The uniforms were ugly – the side played ugly. What are our colors? We can’t find a combination of something red – white – blue, that we have to resort to black!?
    I do not want to relate on the honorable Retired Martin’s beerblog that I am not rooting for England. I may be closer to Argentina, and not because of their stirring last-minute escapes from their last two matches (I was compelled into rooting for Cape Verde when onsite at Imperial Oak Brwg. in Willow Springs, IL. last Friday.), but because when *my team* – the Chicago POWER – which you can explore if you go into my soccer rubric, won the Championship on 25 April 1991 [months ahead of what mainstream media will tell you was the ‘first’ Chicago championship of the 1990s], our coach, who was also one of our key players, was PATO MARGETIC. He was Argentinian.

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