Sometimes these posts don’t need clever titles, do they ? I have NEVER been disappointed by Dover trips, though to be fair I don’t know if they use rats in the Sweet and Sour Pork yet. Never mind the pubs, it’s a great town for the walker. Just look at those contours above. Good… Continue reading DOVER CHILDREN INTRODUCED TO JOYS OF PICKLED EGGS
Author: retiredmartin
ANOTHER SMASHING WALMER PUB
The best thing about Kent pubs is they’re dotted along the coast at regular intervals. So 5 minutes from Deal and I was in Walmer, and a short hop from another new micro. Is it possible that Walmer is more than The Berry ? SPOILER: YES Looking at that map I do wonder if I’d… Continue reading ANOTHER SMASHING WALMER PUB
SEALING THE DEAL
No, nowt to do with Fosters. Been there, done that. Deal is the town that makes writing blog titles easy, and gave Dick and Dave such a warm glow about service in pubs last Summer (here). A rare GBG tick away from the well-pubbed beery centre, and even rarer new entry that isn’t a micro. … Continue reading SEALING THE DEAL
ANOTHER TWIRL, ANOTHER THANET (MICRO PUB)
Where am I up to ? Oh yes, micro pubs in Kent. Mrs RM is there already, clearing out my in-laws loft. If she finds any Fremlin mirrors up there I’ll let you know. “You know retiredmartin, I really miss your reports on micros” Oddly, I don’t recall Dick and Dave saying that last week. … Continue reading ANOTHER TWIRL, ANOTHER THANET (MICRO PUB)
NO CHEER IN CHERRY HINTON
You might know me best as an heroic pub explorer and incompetent blogger, but in real life I’m just an unpaid Joe the Taxi (not in a Vanessa Paradis way). Matt was home from Barcelona (no craft bar ticks) two minutes before saying “Can I go to Cherry Hinton skatepark please“. The lack of… Continue reading NO CHEER IN CHERRY HINTON
STILL LIFE IN PEDIGREE
The Bass love-in continues apace, I’m pleased to see, but I’d hate to see Pedigree written off prematurely. Perhaps even more than Bass, it needs care, and a bit of time. So I’m going to plug good pints of Pedi wherever I find them. Even outside Derby and Staffs, which sounds like sacrilege. As the… Continue reading STILL LIFE IN PEDIGREE
“ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT A PINT ?”
The end of Mrs RM’s Melrose mission also meant an end to my mini-exploration of Peterborough, to which BRAPA will shortly turn his attention. Sadly, I didn’t have quite enough time to explore a Possible Posh Pre-emptive called the Frothblowers. Yes, of course that’s a micro. So a last chance to bring you a… Continue reading “ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT A PINT ?”
BLACKJACK ATTACK – ALTY COMES TO ANCOATS
About time I filled in the May gaps; Dick and Dave are shocked at my chronological laxity. While he’s suffering Cambridgeshire, I thought I’d cheer Simon up by showing him what he’s got to look forward to in GBG19 (just a hunch, I don’t bribe CAMRA branches for pre-emptive details). It might also remind… Continue reading BLACKJACK ATTACK – ALTY COMES TO ANCOATS
TOWER OF LONDON
It’s a well-known fact that Americans only like 3 types of music; Pure Prairie League, Dylan, and early ’80s post-punk. Mark Crilley will get the title reference. We headed for Tower Bridge aimlessly, debating whether Robert P. McCulloch would have been better buying the Royal Oak to rebuild under the (ahem) Arizona Sky than the… Continue reading TOWER OF LONDON
SE1. MOOR BEER. THEN MORE.
I’d have been quite happy to stay in the Royal Oak forever, but I’m always conscious of my role as an ambassador for “Weird England” in showing visitors the joys outside the tourist route. “We’re in your hands” said Dave, worryingly. so we took them to Bermondsey. to see some railway arches. Our route takes… Continue reading SE1. MOOR BEER. THEN MORE.