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
Tag: Bradford
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
WITHERING HEIGHTS
Next stop, Oxenhope, your first stop when you flee the kitch tea shops of Haworth. Regular readers will remember a walk here in Bronte waterfall country in November 2015 when temperatures touched 20 degrees. Not quite that warm on this Saturday, but good enough for an uphill stroll or two. Most folk, of course, walk… Continue reading WITHERING HEIGHTS
TINGLY IN BINGLEY
Next stop, Bingley, the poor man’s Saltaire, the rich man’s Keighley. And the only town named after an internet search engine, apparently. But always a lively town, full of those things us Southerners come to The North for. Plenty of pubs, though it seems that the Proper Pubs in the Guide like the Brown… Continue reading TINGLY IN BINGLEY
BRADFORD LACING SPECTACULAR
A weekend in Greater Bradford is the only way to complete West Yorkshire’s GBG entries; much preferable to finishing off the county in World Craft Central (L***s). In Leeds, the Commercial would be listed under, er, Leeds in the GBG. Here it gives Thackley its first Guide appearance since Bradford were above Manchester City… Continue reading BRADFORD LACING SPECTACULAR
A NIGHT IN THE BEEHIVE
Not a new pub, but a photographic opportunity too good to miss as I spent an evening in one of Bradford’s iconic pubs. Even with a £5.40 train fare to Leeds, staying in Bradford was still the cheapest option. With the Milton Keynes Dons massif in town ahead of their crucial fixture at Valley Parade, I… Continue reading A NIGHT IN THE BEEHIVE
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