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….
“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
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
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”
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
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
You left me in Ely, leaving a second pint in a Greene King newbuild diner, the sort of pub that you can usually rely on. I headed back to the station past the Cathedral, needing to get the taste of sour beer out of my mouth. I gave Greene King a chance to make it… Continue reading MARVELLOUS MILD BY THE MINSTER