I’m bored of these BRAPA posts now, so here’s the big run-in, from Coates to Glatton. I doubt many folk have heard of these places. Even in Peterborough CAMRA. All I remembered about the Vine was that I didn’t remember it at all. This is the Before.. And this is what we saw. Had I… Continue reading GOING BELOW SEA LEVEL
WISBECH WISE MEN WIND BRAPA UP
I’ve just got back from taking Matt to his Architects gig in Cardiff. A good night, only let down by non-existent Wi-Fi at the Future Inn. If the future is internet free then you can keep it. A week ago I was escorting BRAPA to his long-awaited Wisbech tick. On these trips I always feel… Continue reading WISBECH WISE MEN WIND BRAPA UP
LICKING LAWRENCE DALLAGLIO IN LEVERINGTON
Next stop on the Fens Flyer was Leverington, tantalisingly placed two miles out of Wisbech, and thus far too far for BRAPA to walk. I was here a couple of years ago; At the bar Simon discussed the imminent Cloudwater delivery with our old school hosts. Sorry, wrong pic. At 12.30 we were the only… Continue reading LICKING LAWRENCE DALLAGLIO IN LEVERINGTON
BRAPA AT HIS WHITS-END IN THE FENS
Look at his face ! Yes, here’s our hero, as happy as Frannie Lee c.1975 and he’d only done one pub, the inevitable Whittlesey Spoons. Just imagine what he’ll be like by Ramsey. I woke in Chesterfield, had the traditional bacon and scrambled egg with maple syrup wrap for breakfast at the Flags, and by… Continue reading BRAPA AT HIS WHITS-END IN THE FENS
SALTERGATE, SHEERAN, SOD’S LAW
A nice picture of That Sheffield for our Rich, who can no doubt interpret for us. A second new Guide pub awaited at the Neptune Ale House, just behind my hotel back on Saltergate. Another pub tucked away in the suburbs, with children leaving en-masse at the 9pm witching hour. It’s the sort of backstreet… Continue reading SALTERGATE, SHEERAN, SOD’S LAW
CHESTERFIELD – CROOKED SPIRE, HONEST PUBS
For those of you wondering when you’ll get the chance to read what really happened to BRAPA in the Fens, I’ll be there by tomorrow. First, a foray into northern Derbyshire, one of our most reliably pubby areas. By sheer good luck, my guest house was ideally placed for the new newbies in and around… Continue reading CHESTERFIELD – CROOKED SPIRE, HONEST PUBS
SOUTH YORKSHIRE – A TOP FINISH
I’m skipping over my 3rd micro pub in a row, not because the beer wasn’t good (the Acorn Porter was spectacular, NBSS 4), or the atmosphere unfriendly (it was great), but because even less happened than in the two in north Barnsley. No sniggering at a failed entrance, no doggie stand-off, no animated discussion about… Continue reading SOUTH YORKSHIRE – A TOP FINISH
BUT ARE YA OPEN ?
And so to Darton, a solid looking bit of north Barnsley that has suddenly sprouted a couple of micro bars to entice you away from the town’s Conservative Club. I’m more than slightly staggered to read the village has a population of 21,345, as many as Bridgnorth and Bewdley combined. It’s seemingly served by… Continue reading BUT ARE YA OPEN ?
BELGIAN BLUES AT THE BARNSLEY BAKERY
Seems I ruffled some feathers by suggesting that Mapplewell was Posh Barnsley, with its £10 burgers, £12 haircuts and pashmina subculture. Clearly only our very own Pauline can definitively call this result, and I’ll be crowdfunding for her to survey the Old Bakery on our behalf. This is a another classy micro bar, some way… Continue reading BELGIAN BLUES AT THE BARNSLEY BAKERY
OPENING TIMES HELL IN MAPPLEWELL
Some very short posts for you as I have to check out of Halifax’s Wool Merchants hotel soon so we can get soaked finding the Piece Hall. By last Friday James had decided the internet at Taylor Towers was insufficient for his purposes, and I took him back to Sheffield Uni ahead of exams… Continue reading OPENING TIMES HELL IN MAPPLEWELL
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