Just to prove this blog isn’t all thirds of craft beer in sheds… Last Thursday I had to get the train to Rotherham to pick up our campervan from Gemini repair centre following a minor altercation. Most people have their vehicles delivered back on a truck, but who could pass up on the chance of… Continue reading BREAKFAST IN ROTHERHAM
Tag: Breakfast
ALL HAGGIS, NO DOLPHINS
The beer at the Anderson was good, but the food was even better. How we resisted the American Crack Pie I’ll never know. And in the morning, after admiring the public bar, we again succumbed to the pleasures of the flesh for breakfast. Specifically, the flesh of the Haggis and the Black Pudding. You won’t… Continue reading ALL HAGGIS, NO DOLPHINS
YOUR CLAY CROSS BIG BREAKFAST + JAIPUR SPECIAL
This might seem like flogging a dead horse (better than flogging a live one, tbf), but I’ve got nearly 20 useable photos, which I reckon means TWO (2) posts from Clay Cross. So don’t worry if Part 1 is a bit “pubby”, as Part 2 will clear up Cobs v Baps and recommend the best… Continue reading YOUR CLAY CROSS BIG BREAKFAST + JAIPUR SPECIAL
BREAKFAST AT THE ASHTON CANAL
On the Sunday morning after that IKEA debacle (rated NLESS* 2, where NLESS 3 is death by spontaneous combustion), I took Mrs RM for a walk round round the Ashton Canal basin, near Matt’s new house (lucky sod). It’s changed a bit since 1849; And is a bit underpubbed (with worse to come). We took… Continue reading BREAKFAST AT THE ASHTON CANAL
WOOLER, WOOLER, WOOLER, UH, TELL ME MORE
The problem with having an early night (22.30 rather than the usual 01:00) is you wake up at about 04.37, see that Russ has written you an essay and never get back to sleep. Six hours sleep is plenty, sometimes more than enough. I emerged from the campervan with one of those craft beer carry-outs… Continue reading WOOLER, WOOLER, WOOLER, UH, TELL ME MORE
GEORGIE THE DEVON PUB CAT ESCAPES FROM THE FRIDGE
“Is he STILL writing about Devon ?!” Not much more, then I can return to a Holt’s pub in Manchester and street art in Hartlepool (honest), which I expect you’ll prefer. Devon can be a bit samey, but like Essex quality was pretty consistent, and the welcome genuine (with one exception). None more so than… Continue reading GEORGIE THE DEVON PUB CAT ESCAPES FROM THE FRIDGE
BREAKFAST IN BRUMINGHAM
Because this blog is my diary and doesn’t pretend to be about beer, I can write about what I like as long as I don’t upset Mrs RM. Even breakfasts, which come thick and fast at the moment. This is the Miners Benedict in Dudley, possibly the best thing Spoons have ever done. Paul Bailey… Continue reading BREAKFAST IN BRUMINGHAM
A STYLISH STOCKPORT START TO MANCHESTER BEER FEST 2019
PUBMAN WARNING: PUB-FREE POST I woke on Friday at Trivelles Mayfair (actually Heaton Chapel) relatively refreshed, determined to survive the Roger Protz beer tasting session at Manchester’s epic fest. A bracing walk down to Stockport cleared the head, if not the calories from Thursday’s crispy beef at Wing Lee (NCTSS 3.5). The walk takes in… Continue reading A STYLISH STOCKPORT START TO MANCHESTER BEER FEST 2019
