It took me a long time to get to the Mendips. About 44.4444 years, if memory serves. But I’ve been making up for that lapse of late, using Wincanton and Shepton Mallet as my cheap bases for a concerted attack on the Somerset GBG. (Spoiler: The beer isn’t very good). Yes, I know you’ll say… Continue reading “Please do not Jump on the Bean Bags” – Misery in the Mendips
Tag: Gastropubs
TOO MANY BEERS PT. 373
More short posts compiled using complimentary WiFi, drinking warm Otter somewhere in the Blackdown Hills. And more posts from award winning Yorkshire gastropubs with too many beers for the cask custom. Let’s not be churlish. The Bay Horse is gorgeous, with brilliant views, and cutting-edge technology. It’s got pots and pans dangling from the ceiling… Continue reading TOO MANY BEERS PT. 373
GASTROHEAD REVISTED
Day 3 of my Grand Tour round North Yorkshire, and we’re in sight of Castle Howard., ancestral home of top pub ticker Si BRAPA Everitt (possibly) and only a few miles from the home of Bad Kitty. Of course, Brass Castle once again wasn’t open, which is why it’s in the Beer Guide. The Howardian… Continue reading GASTROHEAD REVISTED
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
BOUTIQUE HAMPTON WICK
I’ve been on the Bass in Bath today and I really can’t be bothered with this post. sorry about that. Feel free to wait till I get into South London and something more interesting. More London, more gastro nothingness. The Beer Guide will always provide a trip to the Hamptons. This year it’s the Foresters… Continue reading BOUTIQUE HAMPTON WICK
CHAUFFEUR TO THE STARS
“Greater love hath no man than this; that he would give up his own ticking time to drive his friends around the pubs of the western Home Counties” At least “psychological support“* was provided as the trips came dangerously close to both Aylesbury and Maidenhead. Another tremendous day for being retired. This was the view… Continue reading CHAUFFEUR TO THE STARS
NOTHING RHYMES WITH IBIZA
Two posts to go to get shot of Norfolk for another year, the first of them the inevitable Broads gastro. At least there’s nothing near that Dereham hell-hole this time. The worst thing about the Broads is finding something to rhyme with the Bowie line that you’re legally obliged to reference. So here, relatively straight,… Continue reading NOTHING RHYMES WITH IBIZA
YOUR PUB TICKING HERO BRAVES BURNHAM
I couldn’t put it off any longer; Norfolk needed to be nipped in the bud (there’s a pun on local CAMRA there somewhere). Yes, I feel the same way about the North Norfolk coast as I do about France. The locals are fine but the (mainly North London) visitors are generally ghastly. Think of my… Continue reading YOUR PUB TICKING HERO BRAVES BURNHAM
A (PUB)MAN NEEDS A (MER)MAID
It was so much fun being BRAPA’s taxi the other week that I’m going to do it again this Saturday. Come along to Comberton and cheer us on (actually, that’ll be local taxi firms demonstrating against me nicking their business). Pub No.5 for Si was the Mermaid (he was saving the sixth for Peterborough, with… Continue reading A (PUB)MAN NEEDS A (MER)MAID
PHEASANTS AND PEASANTS
Finally on BRAPA A14 2018 (T-Shirts available) we go gastro. Two destination dining pubs in tiny villages just south of the A14 to finish, with the Pheasant in Keyston enjoying an unbroken run in the Guide dating back beyond Cromwell. This was a key target for Si, marking the western outpost of Cambs/Hunts, and frankly… Continue reading PHEASANTS AND PEASANTS
