I’d scoured WhatPub for a like future Beer guide entry, and come up with the one with the word “Tap” in it. It was either that or the West Kemptown Green Party Club, if there is such a thing. Political clubs will be the big winners in GBG22, mark my words. East Street Tap gives… Continue reading A TAP, OF SORTS, FOR BRIGHTON
Tag: East Sussex
“PRETEND IT’S 1995”
Back to the Sussex Downs, where Mrs RM was delighted to discover that eight drops of rain had fallen, meaning my planned eight mile walk to Alfriston had been replaced with a pint in the Eight Bells in Jevington. GBG aficionados will know the Downs is a hotbed of GBG activism, home to classic village… Continue reading “PRETEND IT’S 1995”
POLEGATE – FAIR DINKUM
One more post before the September Stocktake, which for a change will be virtually up-to-date. We had real fun finding a hotel close to the coast, eventually getting an apartment (wait a minute) on the edge of Eastbourne. I’m with holding judgement and reviews till I get the deposit back. Golly, ideally placed for two… Continue reading POLEGATE – FAIR DINKUM
HOVE’S BLIND BUSKER – A STERLING EFFORT
Three pubs to visit in Brighton & Hove (Albion) to finish East Sussex, so I’d picked the reliable if dingy Travelodge in Preston Park. The walk through Brighton suburbia toward Hove is alternative tourism at its best. On the way I tried to make sure I didn’t hear the City v Chelsea score, as I… Continue reading HOVE’S BLIND BUSKER – A STERLING EFFORT
PRAVHA, PASHMINAS, PLAYBOYS
Yes, a rash of grumpy posts till I catch up. Quite how I’ll do that on the Sleeper from Euston to Aberdeen tomorrow (mostly Scottish lagers on board), I’ve no idea. Next up is a delightful looking country pub in the heart of classic car land somewhere north of Lewes. Loads of dining places… Continue reading PRAVHA, PASHMINAS, PLAYBOYS
DEXY’S AFTERNOON JOGGERS
On the way back from Rye with Paul we popped in two Sussex stragglers that reminded us how inconsistent “service” is in pubs these days. Three Legs beers were on the bar at the Ypres Castle, but you know how I love a brewery tap on an industrial estate. Their Tap is only open… Continue reading DEXY’S AFTERNOON JOGGERS
HIGH IN RYE
This Pub Taxi Business is becoming addictive. Two days after dropping BRAPA in the middle of nowhere (aka Dorset), I popped down south again to take Paul Bailey to see Jeff Bell’s new home in Rye, something I promised on a drunken evening of Tonbridge karaoke last Easter (photos lost, I hope). Rye is the… Continue reading HIGH IN RYE
