Still on Thursday night, as I finish a long day in training for the Proper Pub Day Out in Bath with the inevitable crispy beef and Singapore Rice just off Whiteladies Road. On the walk down from the Westbury I’d been scrutinising the Google reviews, it helps with bumping into folk, and found the Dragon… Continue reading SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE
Tag: Bristol
36,603 STEPS ROUND BRISTOL
The Number 43 from Kingswood (with me the only passenger) rumbled into Haymarket with my Premier Inn the backdrop. No bargain chain hotels here, you have to cross the Severn for those, so I needed to get value from my mini-break by completing the Bristol ticks. Back on foot as I head north to Westbury… Continue reading 36,603 STEPS ROUND BRISTOL
“Sorry no Bass” says the Swan With Two Necks
A third Bristol tick in two hours on “Tickfest Thursday“, which BRAPA can have for £1.93 + P & P. But first, in the heart of the Old City, lunch in St Nicholas Market. What I love about Bristol is that I learn something about it on EVERY annual trip. And you can’t really say… Continue reading “Sorry no Bass” says the Swan With Two Necks
SHAKESPEARES, SHAKESPEARES, EVERYWHERE
One of the undiscussed risks of pub ticking is that of “ticking the wrong pub”. Amber Valley Mark had the excellent idea (I think it’s copywrite) of adding postcodes to his spreadsheets, but where’s the fun in that. I knew my second Bristol pub was called the Shakespeare and was close to King Street and… Continue reading SHAKESPEARES, SHAKESPEARES, EVERYWHERE
IN SHI* SHAPE AND BRISTOL FASHION
I’d set my alarm for 06:00 on Thursday which is a bit daft because a) I always wake up at 05:59 anyway and b) my train to Bristol wasn’t ’till 09:56. But I was excited at the prospect of half a dozen Brizzle ticks, and the rail fare cost more than my Aygo is worth… Continue reading IN SHI* SHAPE AND BRISTOL FASHION
GLOUCESTERSHIRE COMPLETE
Colin the Cauliflower may be cuter, but Baa Baa Toure now has a fan in Saudi Arabia. At least, I assume he’s the reason a Saudi would log on to this site. Baa Baa was delighted to see my Gloucestershire section fully pinked after a last triumphant march from the Coronation to the Tobacco Factory,… Continue reading GLOUCESTERSHIRE COMPLETE
BED MONSTER
No, not me being nasty about Bristol’s ever enchanting suburb; see the address on Bing Maps; The Apple Tree (keg, “lively”), was the pub we could see from our campervan as we braved a night wild camping in a big city. Tucked between city farm, closed church and light industrial estate, we slept soundly on… Continue reading BED MONSTER
SO WHERE IS STAPLE HILL, EXACTLY ?
Regular readers, the ones who get my blog posts early and on shinier paper, may remember me moaning like a spoilt child about geographical oddities in the 2020 Guide. The Wooden Walls in Staple Hill is probably described as “Bristol” by 99% of people who live there, the exception being a bloke called Colin who… Continue reading SO WHERE IS STAPLE HILL, EXACTLY ?
A GOLDEN FINISH IN FISHPONDS
And so to my final GBG pub in Gloucestershire. 103 Guide entries, 11 newbies this year, so actually not a lot of churn when you consider that tally includes Bristol, where you expect at least 11 new craft/tap/micros annually. I’d timed my trip to Snuffy Jacks to coincide with a rare Sharon Van Etten… Continue reading A GOLDEN FINISH IN FISHPONDS
TINY REBEL CITRA MILKSHAKE IPA IN THE VICTORIA
You never want to end an evening on a sour note. Having completed Bristol, and therefore Gloucestershire, I scoured What Pub for pre-emptive potential. Sadly, places called “Clifton Sausage”, “Amoeba” and “Illusions Magic Bar” (honestly)offered little potential, so I did a revisit of the Victoria. Yes, sometimes I go back to the same place… Continue reading TINY REBEL CITRA MILKSHAKE IPA IN THE VICTORIA
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