Just back from taking Mrs RM and two hungry lads (when are they not ?) for Sunday lunch at the Salisbury Arms, just off Cambridge’s famous Mill Road. We’d also popped in on Mothers Day, a dry day for me. This is, oddly, one of the city’s historic pubs, run by CAMRA Investments in the… Continue reading CAMRA PUBS IN CAMBRIDGE
Tag: Cambridge Pubs
A LOOK BACK, A HOP(A)HEAD
I rarely look back, there’s no ticks in it. But my next pub is my local, a monthly visit at best, and I suddenly remembered what it looked like a year ago today (top). Yes, we were in the middle of the Beast from the East, I was contemplating being snowed in for all… Continue reading A LOOK BACK, A HOP(A)HEAD
COCONUTS
A short diversion from chronology, though I only now need to bring you up to date with my “Birthday Bonanza” in Cumbria and Manchester, which will probably only take me three weeks with a bit of discipline. Having failed to make it to the Ruislip micro pub on Christmas Day due to the in-laws… Continue reading COCONUTS
A BLUE CHRISTMAS (WITH GREEN MARKER) ON MILL ROAD
Back at Taylor Towers we let BRAPA score our tea-making and showed him the plaque commemorating his previous visit. Being a nice chap he’d bought me a present that I unwrapped immediately, being anti-Christmas. Wow. Bass ashtray and beer mat. Stolen from Bridlington, no doubt. Mrs RM told work to “Do one” for the afternoon… Continue reading A BLUE CHRISTMAS (WITH GREEN MARKER) ON MILL ROAD
CLOUDWATER IN CAMBRIDGE’S MAYPOLE – IT’S A 5
“Oh no, he’s not going to write about beer is he ?” I hear Dick and Dave groan. Only a bit. But I did want to show this picture of a proper “scummy head” on a beer I scored 5 (only the eighth this decade, fact fans). One of those NBSS maximums was the original… Continue reading CLOUDWATER IN CAMBRIDGE’S MAYPOLE – IT’S A 5
MILTON, MINOTAURS AND MASTERMIND
One of my favourite reads is Paul Bailey’s Beer Blog, mainly because he gives us so much context to his pub visits we get a real insight into his family dynamics. I particularly enjoy the posts about his foreign trips with his son Matthew (a charming lad) and Paul’s determined (doomed ?) efforts to convert… Continue reading MILTON, MINOTAURS AND MASTERMIND
“HE WAS ALRIGHT WHEN I LEFT HIM”
On to my final taxi duties with the BRAPA Bladder Bender from 3 November (yes, I’m that far behind) and only right I start with the Gents at the White Hart in Great Staughton. I’ve had the front seat of my Aygo forensically examined and can confirm the great man did make it, just, to… Continue reading “HE WAS ALRIGHT WHEN I LEFT HIM”
