More autumn pub exploration, this time to the odd area in what we professionals call the Sheffield-Rotherham-Worksop triangle. There’s been a few GBG entries in this mining area graced with a butterfly park and 1957 Ryder Cup course, but the only one left is a Greene King diner in North Anston. I took the train… Continue reading GREENE KING GLASS ATROCITIES IN TODWICK
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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
SAVED BY THE BELL – MAGIC IN THE MELTON INDOOR BOWLS CLUB
My second GBG tick in Melton Mowbray, and a moment of pure joy south of the River Wreake. Sluice valves, cricket on the green, all very bucolic Midlands England, right down to the indoor bowls club housing this year’s surprise new Guide entry; It wasn’t open, of course, the doors locked and no-one about despite… Continue reading SAVED BY THE BELL – MAGIC IN THE MELTON INDOOR BOWLS CLUB
“IS A SOUP SUFFICIENT ?” – PUBGOING IN TIER 2
Some thoughts on Gordons; Great Gordons (Warning : Saville at the start) Bad Gordons (Warning : Possibly the worst song you’ll ever hear) Run-of-the-mill Gordons Yes, another Peterborough edge-of-town dining pub. I spoil you, I really do. At 2.30pm I seem to be the only customer, the school children having finished their pints of Stella… Continue reading “IS A SOUP SUFFICIENT ?” – PUBGOING IN TIER 2
ALL THAT GLITTERS….
Might as well keep going; I want Russ to have something to correct read when he gets home. If I ever get to the end of the Scottish trip, there’s eight Black Country pubs and nine in the Peak District to write up. One of them a new classic. No classics at St Andrews,… Continue reading ALL THAT GLITTERS….
HORNSEA HOPES DASHED
“Enough of all this culture, give us a pub !” says Mrs EthelHiggins, of American Samoa,my new star reader*. Indeed I will. How about the Marine in Hornsea, the lowest of lowkey East Coast resorts, somehow making Withernsea seem cutting-edge. But it’s got a big lake with a café, and a big discount shopping centre… Continue reading HORNSEA HOPES DASHED
CAMBRIDGE TIPS
You left me one pint of 6% Green Devil down, and Brighton one-up on Derby, to the joy of no-one. Possibly not even Brighton. It’s a good job I know the Chesterton area of Cambridge better than anyone semi-alive, having had my first balanced ledger and doner kebab there. I literally bumped into Leon and… Continue reading CAMBRIDGE TIPS
“MILD”
First of all, some advice for aspiring pub bloggers. If you’re creating a post on your mobile phone in Tesco Costa waiting for the RAC, don’t sit on your phone and publish before you’ve actually wrote anything. If he reads this blog, thanks to the hipster helper from RAC for fixing my AYGO. After some… Continue reading “MILD”
HUNGERFORD IN A HURRY
Unless you’re BRAPA, not ALL pubs are worth reporting. I declined to tell you about one visit last week, despite bucolic setting, enthusiastic welcome, decent beer, and its status as local Pub of the Year. No doubt scholars will be debating which pub this was in 50 years time. I debated long and hard… Continue reading HUNGERFORD IN A HURRY
BRANDON – POTA GIGANTE & ABBOT
Come on, what rhymes with Brandon ? Two pubs into the new Beer Guide, and already two of the best pubs in West Suffolk. What’s going on ? Perhaps this summer of soup was just a nightmare. Hands up who could place Brandon on the map. Apart from Mudgie and Pubmeister. I bet even the… Continue reading BRANDON – POTA GIGANTE & ABBOT
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