“Please Do NOT Ask For Tasters (or Bass)” – HOW TO SURVIVE BITTLES BAR

One last push to “do” Belfast before the ferry back to Scouseland that evening. From McHugh’s we walked to the top of shiny Victoria Square shopping centre for the best views of Primark, then enjoyed an emotional reunion with Mrs RM and Emma who jumped off the tourist bus at Tim Horton, making our coffee… Continue reading “Please Do NOT Ask For Tasters (or Bass)” – HOW TO SURVIVE BITTLES BAR

In an unexpected turn of events, I take Mrs RM’s advice.

11:35. No sign of movement in the Crown. The gaggle of foreign tourists seemed to be blaming me, who’d been waiting outside the historic entrance for 28 minutes already. “Let’s go in the pub next door while we’re waiting for the pub” said Mrs RM. Robinsons Bar, also known by the more traditional Fibber Magee… Continue reading In an unexpected turn of events, I take Mrs RM’s advice.

MURKY TICKS ON THE ORMEAU ROAD

The lone Belfast Spoons was boisterous, filthy and showed little signs of food trade, so I ignored the temptation top check out the Bridge House’s Norn Irish specialities and headed for some authentic Lebanese felafel in the heart of the student quarter. Next door, Molly’s Yard remains the upmarket choice for your scallops, potted venison… Continue reading MURKY TICKS ON THE ORMEAU ROAD