Another year, another new GBG entry in Knutsford. How do they do it ? And why do all the new entries only ever last a single year in the Guide. (30 marks, show workings). Every time I revisit a town to tick a new pub, I get a new perspective. And this year it was… Continue reading BACK ONCE AGAIN TO THE KNUTSFORD GASTRO
Tag: Gastropubs
A RACE FOR THE PRIZE IN GREAT SHEFFORD
The last post featured a Berkshire gastropub mercifully free of scatter cushions. No such relief in my final Berks tick, the eponymous Great Shefford, but oddly I’m a fan of clutter and chintz as long as there’s life. Anywhere selling dog ice cream for £3.50 is bound to have life, even if a rather different… Continue reading A RACE FOR THE PRIZE IN GREAT SHEFFORD
“Will Sir be dining with us tonight ?”
Back to the ghastly gastros I’m afraid. I’ll keep it short. 10 minutes on from the Oak, via Stoke Mandeville, is the Harrow, a pub you could almost see Prime Ministers visiting from Chequers. Mrs RM said ” be quick” and a first look revealed I wouldn’t be loitering here. “Will Sir be dining with… Continue reading “Will Sir be dining with us tonight ?”
ALL ROADS LEAD TO THE GASTROPUB
At the end of the Great Northern Campervan Tickathon now, with a couple of South Lakes stragglers on the way home. Two pubs just off the A595, separated by a mere two minutes drive. What could possibly go wrong. Hardly any traffic anyway at Lowick Bridge, though a big scary note in the window telling… Continue reading ALL ROADS LEAD TO THE GASTROPUB
NO GASTRO HELL, AT THE BELL
We moved on to Dereham, home of Curry Charles and resting place for our campervan on Wednesday night. No ticks in Dereham, with the best pub re-opening too early for GBG21 and the Royal Standard shut. But, hoorah/boo, a new gastropub 10 minutes up the road was new in, open all day, and Charles told… Continue reading NO GASTRO HELL, AT THE BELL
No more “Dropping by for a swift half” 😕
On the way back home from Gosport I thought I’d stop in the Fox at Crawley (not that one) for a quick half. Somewhere between Winchester and that national pub of the year at Wonston we all love, 10 minutes off the M3. Look it up yourself, I’m typing this in a campervan parked up… Continue reading No more “Dropping by for a swift half” 😕
“Please do not Jump on the Bean Bags” – Misery in the Mendips
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
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
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