You’ve had the octopus, the Jersualem artichoke, the poke bowl. Here’s the mushrooms. Confusingly, it’s called Metropol Parasol on Bing, and Setas de Sevilla on Google. Whatever, it’s art, and I didn’t walk up it. Before we get there, we strolled Seville’s waterfront, where mums were encouraged to take a free rose while enjoying a… Continue reading THE MUSHROOMS OF SEVILLE
TAPAS IN SEVILLE
More Spanish holiday snaps. I remember when my parents used to invite the neighbours round in the ’70s to watch those slide shows of photos from Torremelinos. Perhaps I should offer that as a prize in a future competition; a night in our new Sheffield guest bedroom (just finished) and bottled Doom Bar plus a… Continue reading TAPAS IN SEVILLE
MOORISH – CORDOBAN CATHEDRALS, CAFES & CARACOLES
Back to the holiday snaps, and a Saturday pottering around Cordoba. As usual, @timofnewbury had beat me here by about 35 years, and had the lovely postcard to prove it; I love towns where you just walk aimlessly for hours and look for tiny detail; Genoa and Naples (and Edinburgh) excel at that. Mrs RM… Continue reading MOORISH – CORDOBAN CATHEDRALS, CAFES & CARACOLES
MARCH ’22 STOCKTAKE + APRIL PREVIEW
A short summary of a month when I only got 20 days to attack the GBG, and I’m only half-way into the holiday snaps from Spain. 20 days was enough for 37 GBG ticks, enough to conclude Oxon, but not much else. And I got terrible off-piste in Bath, revisiting some old favourites like Brewed… Continue reading MARCH ’22 STOCKTAKE + APRIL PREVIEW
AT LEAST THE SPANISH APPRECIATE OUR DRAUGHT BASS HERITAGE
I returned to the UK to read confirmation from The Wickingman that all Bass production would move to Samlesbury and switch to keg. This is news long expected, following continued supply problems and the lack of support for the brand from CAMRAs looking to exclude Bass venues from the GBG on the grounds it’s not… Continue reading AT LEAST THE SPANISH APPRECIATE OUR DRAUGHT BASS HERITAGE
MRS RM’S “UNIQUE” BOTTLE OPENING METHOD SPILLS THE CRAFT
What next from Cordoba ? Oh, the Ku Klux Klan trail, I guess. No, not really, but still a little unsettling to see in the religious shops that outnumber Bass dispensaries here. Cordoba has treasures at every turn, like this half-finished Roman Brunning & Price gastropub. Depending on your perspective, I guess, all Spanish bars… Continue reading MRS RM’S “UNIQUE” BOTTLE OPENING METHOD SPILLS THE CRAFT
THE CLOSEST TO A PUB IN SPAIN SO FAR
Loads of photos to make up my pithy blog posts; this is a diary, after all. Fair to say I;m not enjoying the writing as much as I do when it’s based on an English pub visit, as the bars and restaurants seem more functional, more predictable, less noisy. The little alley outside our tiny… Continue reading THE CLOSEST TO A PUB IN SPAIN SO FAR
COR ! IT’S CORDOBA
Mrs RM had planned this trip meticulously in January, as soon as the Covid restrictions seemed to be easing. Ticking Spanish cities has some appeal, despite the lack of GBG entries, and there’s plenty of classics doable from Malaga Airport, though Granada was a bit of a stretch on the train so we subbed Seville.… Continue reading COR ! IT’S CORDOBA
YOUR PERSONALISED PICASSO PICKS
Yes, that object above is the star of Malaga’s Picasso museum, an essential but hardly comprehensive run-through the genius’s works in a gorgeous old building. She reckons his teenage sketches and mid-period works, are better than the stuff he knocked out in his ’80s (“taking the**** by then“) says Mrs RM, while I tend to… Continue reading YOUR PERSONALISED PICASSO PICKS
TEA IN THE SAHARA (SORT OF)
I know a bandwagon when I see it, and Blackpool Jane (full English) and BRAPA (Spoons pizza) are going BIG on this “food” thing at the moment. In the interests of research, I’ve been trying some of this “food” stuff in Spain this week, mainly because it’s easier to take photos of calamari than cask… Continue reading TEA IN THE SAHARA (SORT OF)
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