Students of GBG ticking (Open University, £9,250 p.a., cash only) will no doubt be intrigued by the variety of micropubs on this blog. Moretti and Leeds fans in Silsden, Laurel & Hardy and family-friendly in Bingley, but now back to tiny and beery in Thackley, close to the world-famous Idle Working Mens Club. Suburban… Continue reading BLACK RAT, WHITE RAT, NO TAT
Tag: Bradford
BEWILDERED IN RE-BADGED BINGLEY
One of the occupational hazards for GBG completists is an “unintended revisit” to a pub ticked under a different name. You’d be surprised how often this happens, particularly when geographical listings are all over the shop. Belper Mark, a closet ticker that Si and I outed recently, uses postcodes in his own relational database, which… Continue reading BEWILDERED IN RE-BADGED BINGLEY
A QUIET NIGHT IN BRADFORD
You left me in St Neots, making sure young Si was heading in the right direction over the bridge. Two and a bit hours later I was in the curry capital of the world. No, I didn’t start at the Punjab Sweet House and then top up my curry at the Fighting Cock. That way… Continue reading A QUIET NIGHT IN BRADFORD
SAMOSAS UNDER THE WHITE ROSE
The last post from “New Bradford”, and the sort of pub that makes you want to book an Ibis Budget room for an immediate return trip. A short hop uphill (by Cambridge standards) to the Peacock Bar, with stops to search through McDonalds dustbins reflect on the majesty of Bradford architecture. The Peacock looks a… Continue reading SAMOSAS UNDER THE WHITE ROSE
SUNBRIDGE WELLS
As Dave said on the last post, Bradford is a delightful surprise, particularly for anyone whose view of the place is formed by biased BBC reports or “Notes From A Small Island“. Dick and Dave were, no doubt, thrilled by the stately but scarred architecture and quaint gift shops. The walk from Pub 1… Continue reading SUNBRIDGE WELLS
BANKING ON BRADFORD
Two nights in Manchester, and an excursion into Bradford for three new GBG winners. It feels a bit like sacrilege not to actually stay in the Eternal City and wobble back to a budget hotel after a Dhansak and gallon of Mango Lassi, but frankly I needed to get Bradford ticked. The suspense was killing… Continue reading BANKING ON BRADFORD
PUB SNACKS IN WIBSEY
Someone who will be nameless just slagged off Bradford on here. And it wasn’t that Coldwell bloke either. I never tire of Bradford and its never-ending quirkily-named suburbs, shown rather poorly on this bit of Navigator. This is the sort of complex geography I spend too much time over. Despite getting its own entry in… Continue reading PUB SNACKS IN WIBSEY
