An exciting Wednesday saw a sustained assault on the Beer Guide pubs of West Wiltshire, though how any trip that comes within 3 miles of Bath’s Star and doesn’t pop in for Bass can be considered a success is debatable. I very nearly ventured from Bath to the Hope & Anchor in Midford last month,… Continue reading LAST PIEROGI IN MIDFORD
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Well WE’RE allowed in The Raven, anyway
5pm now in Bath, and most of us had have enough after overdosing on flat Bass and sours (not in the same glass). Only five pubs over six hours, but the fatal absence of lunch was coming home to roost. Time for tea. Some of the shops on the walk back to the station looked… Continue reading Well WE’RE allowed in The Raven, anyway
THE SHARING OF THE SOUR
A fifth pub in Bath on our crawl, the craft one we bullied Stafford Paul into visiting in 2018. No Stafford Paul in Brewed Boy this time, sadly, and no Mme Jon Benger, who had provided us with the classic Father Christmas riding JoJo the Unicorn in a craft beer bar line 3 years ago.… Continue reading THE SHARING OF THE SOUR
ASK NOT FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS
Rather boringly, we repeated the Great Bath Crawl of 2018 and nipped next to the Bell, another classic. 3 years ago I raved about the colour, the life, the soundtrack and the coffee. Despite the temptations on the blackboard (love blackboards), I asked again for the proper black coffee (NBCSS 4.5) and headed for the… Continue reading ASK NOT FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS
No, I didn’t steal the 1975 Good Beer Guide from the Coeur de Lion
Our group of Codgers now numbered four; Oxford Nick, Frome Jon and yours truly, and we were joined in the Couer de Lion by Hook (but not Hooky) Mick and Tonbridge Paul, who was walking all the way to raise funds for his local CAMRA to promote Doom Bar. Not sure why we didn’t do… Continue reading No, I didn’t steal the 1975 Good Beer Guide from the Coeur de Lion
AN EARLY BATH (TICK)
A day for the southern contingent of the Old (and younger) Codgers in Bath, five of us travelling from afar, and me with an 11 minute journey from Temple Meads. I’d put together a modest itinerary, largely a repeat of the famous trip in 2018 where we found the Best Bass in the World. After… Continue reading AN EARLY BATH (TICK)
A BATH HALF
I wanted to call it “A laugh, a barf and an OK half near Bath” but whipper-snapper BRAPA has copyrighted that title. And there were no laughs. Or barfs. Nearly no half either. I’d actually given up on the Inn at Freshford, tucked away in the posh valleys beneath Bath. You’ll remember this honey-coloured wonder,… Continue reading A BATH HALF
“YOU’VE GOT CHEESE ALL OVER YOUR FACE”
Sadly, that’s the only thing I could remember from the culmination of our night in Bath, in the upstairs room at the Raven. But first, a minor diversion. My £40 windowless room at Z Hotel gives you a FREE cheese and wine buffet at 5pm. Mixing metaphors, you’ve never seen such a bunfight. Decent… Continue reading “YOU’VE GOT CHEESE ALL OVER YOUR FACE”
CANCELLING PLANS IN BATH
It might seem a bit reckless reading these Bath posts now, but my original plan had been to have a few halves in Bath and then take the train to Bradford-on-Avon (twinned with the real Bradford) where a trio of ticks awaited. That idea went up in smoke as our Gang of Four stumbled into… Continue reading CANCELLING PLANS IN BATH
FATHER CHRISTMAS ON A UNICORN AND MANGO IPA
These set of posts from Bath wouldn’t be complete without a picture of Father Christmas riding JoJo the Unicorn in a craft beer bar. Note the care taken in the composition of this photo, the austere Primark bag offsetting the glasses of Mango IPA and Mme Benger’s rainbow hat (competition for Jon’s Bass braces). Brewed… Continue reading FATHER CHRISTMAS ON A UNICORN AND MANGO IPA
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