I’d been waiting for BRAPA to do his April Review before I staked my own claim for the lucrative monthly reminiscence market. But Simon has been distracted by cowboys and aliens, which you’ll remember was an underrated track on George Michael’s Listen Without Prejudice album. April was the first month since December where I even… Continue reading APRIL ’21 STOCKTAKE & MAY PREVIEW
(BEER) TERRACE TRENT DERBY
I hope the return of BRAPA to the big league of pub blogging will see more famous titles like “Well Past My Selby Date”. I expect Simon has been looking to use a Terence Trent D’arby reference since 1991, when TTD released the seminal “Neither Fish Nor Flesh“, which I am staggered to see Discogs… Continue reading (BEER) TERRACE TRENT DERBY
AN UNWISE PLUM PORTER AT THE SHEFFIELD TAP
That’s the problem with station bars. They’re the first thing you see when you get off the train after a session. And can you really walk past a pub that has a spare table at the moment if #YouLovePubs ? ALL THE PUBS IN SHEFFIELD ON FOOT No. 9 – The Sheffield Tap Why is… Continue reading AN UNWISE PLUM PORTER AT THE SHEFFIELD TAP
“THIS is what beer should taste like, son”
“I’m famished” said Matt. Yes, it would have been a good idea to eat before starting a session. But as Pub Curmudgeon has noted before, Stockport is a bit lacking in culinary options (particularly on a Monday with the outside dining only restrictions), and top cafe Where The Light Gets In was unexpectedly closed following… Continue reading “THIS is what beer should taste like, son”
THE ANGEL OF STOCKPORT
You left us, what feels like years ago*, on the pavement outside the Bakers Vaults, son and father enjoying a rather foamy Unicorn. Matt could sense my unease at the gaggle of Old Boys standing impatiently outside the Angel, my real target as the first new GBG entry in central Stockport since the wonderful Petersgate… Continue reading THE ANGEL OF STOCKPORT
HIS FIRST PINT OF UNICORN
Matt was impressed with his first adult experience of Stockport, but now it was time for his first pint in the pub capital of the North. The Angel, my GBG newbie, was shut, despite PROMISING me the night before it’d be open. A gaggle of Old Boys gathered outside the market hall, comparing scowls of… Continue reading HIS FIRST PINT OF UNICORN
STOCKPORT – DADS, LADS, NADs
The break from pubs didn’t last long. On Monday I was back on the train to Stockport, home of Curmudgeons and cheap bitter. I was actually headed over the Pennines to pick up a cheap NAD Phono Preamp from Matt. I presume that’s self-explanatory but here’s a picture. But Matt, on a first day off… Continue reading STOCKPORT – DADS, LADS, NADs
“We don’t have any real ales, we just have Guest Ale”
My torment of being kept from saving pubs only lasted a day before Mrs RM tempted me to the wilds of “sort of posh” Doncaster. Look how empty that bit of rural South Yorkshire east of Donny is before you get to cosmopolitan Epworth. It took ages to get here, and I can’t even blame… Continue reading “We don’t have any real ales, we just have Guest Ale”
THE DAY I LET PUBS DIE (2)
Saturday 24th April 2021. After 12 straight days of pub going, and 28 pub visits, the run ended, and I endured a publess day. Not even BRAPA could find a way of counting a flat white and sausage roll at Wentworth Garden Centre as a pre-emptive tick. As with last July, I felt I’d let… Continue reading THE DAY I LET PUBS DIE (2)
PARROTS, PINEAPPLES & AIR PUNCHES
Last report from Beautiful Bloomin’ Barnsley, a title the TIC can have for the price of a pint of Smooth in our last pub on Friday afternoon. Yes, it’s BACK to the Shakespeare, as unlikely a return visit as you’ll get on any pub blog this year. Mrs RM was a little unconvinced, but the… Continue reading PARROTS, PINEAPPLES & AIR PUNCHES
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