Not many Bob Carters in the Beer Guide, or Artichokes. Plenty of pubs, though, in one of the prime cities for GBG entries. The Artichoke is just north of Norwich’s artisanal inner ring road, and I must have walked past the pub’s lovely flinty curves a dozen times en route to the Lord Rosebery, Duke,… Continue reading BEER NUTS & ARTICHOKES
“I DON’T LIKE RUGBY”
More fearless pubbing in the wilds of Norfolk, the inexplicably popular* county that came 71st in my list of top UK GBG counties. Pleasingly, only seven new Norfolk entries this year, six of which I’ve already forgotten. The Horse & Groom at Tunstead, on the edge of the Broads, was memorable only for a tense… Continue reading “I DON’T LIKE RUGBY”
BOB CARTER’S BOOTIFUL BEERS
Beer Guide entries named after 20th century humans. A select club. Actually, I’ve no idea who Bob Carter is, he may have a Norwich City inside right from the 1930s, but Drayton’s tidy Sports Centre bears his name. You’ll have noticed the Norfolk DIDN’T make my Counties Top 10, despite the 31 beers in the… Continue reading BOB CARTER’S BOOTIFUL BEERS
AND THE WINNER IS…
It’s the most hotly-contested event of the month. Who won “Guess my favourite 10 counties“. The process to determine the winner of the competition to win the Prosecco and craft (Mrs RM drank the Speckle Hen) has been subject to a number of legal challenges, mainly over the size of the hat from which the… Continue reading AND THE WINNER IS…
CRACKING THE WALNUT
Interesting to read BRAPA last night welcoming the 4 week break as a chance to catch up with the blog. “There’s a silver lining to every cloud, and that is I’ve been shamefully behind on my blogs. Still stuck at 9th Oct at the time of writing. “ Ah, 9th October. We were so young, so… Continue reading CRACKING THE WALNUT
CAN’T TOUCH DISS
Yes, it’s time to “clear Norfolk“, as us expert tickers say. A first visit to Diss since the world was a simpler, happier place. Just beyond Star Wing, pleasingly. You’ll know you’ve arrived from the accents. Now Diss is famous for two things. The sausage rolls at D.A, Browne & Son, and the big pool… Continue reading CAN’T TOUCH DISS
TAPS AND TICKS
A dull but necessary post needs some click-bait, and what better click-bait than a badly served Porter confusingly decanted into a Bass glass. This was my 5 litre takeaway from Star Wing Brewery, over on the right side of the Suffolk/Norfolk border. The A143 out from Bury St Edmunds to Diss isn’t a BAD road.… Continue reading TAPS AND TICKS
HERE WE GO AGAIN
We are in Lockdown. I know we’re in crisis, what with Man United about to replace Ole with Big Sam and other important stuff, but your prayers for pub tickers are appreciated. Where will we find blog material for the next four weeks ? Well, I’ve just spent a wonderful day walking round That London.… Continue reading HERE WE GO AGAIN
SLIPPING FROM THE TRUE CASK PATH
One last post for you from a night out in Dereham that ought to feature in the Breckland tourist brochure rather than all those trees. I must be getting old and boring. Four trips to Dereham, four curries in Spice Fusion. “You’re not having Chicken Dhansak AGAIN” you cry. Mrs RM had drunk enough, even… Continue reading SLIPPING FROM THE TRUE CASK PATH
IT’S HAPPY HOUR AGAIN
Curry Charles wanted to call this “Flying Doggy style in the Cock“, but I know children read this (BRAPA for a start) so that can be left for a future pub blogger. Our Dereham evening continued five minutes from the Cherry Tree at the Cock, busiest pub of the night, and possibly the whole of… Continue reading IT’S HAPPY HOUR AGAIN
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