Don’t worry Paul, it’s not the Foresters in Tonbridge; I’m saving that visit up for a special occasion. But he’ll know the derivation of the Angels in the title, and he’ll know the Fleur de Lis in Leigh (almost poetic), having beat me to the blog last year. Shamefully, I’d never heard of it, despite… Continue reading (TONBRIDGE) ANGELS WITH DIRTY OVERALLS
Tag: Kent pubs
BUMPING INTO HIGH TABLES IN WEST MALLING
I’d been bracing myself for Kent‘s fresh onslaught of micro madness in the new GBG, bringing with it high tables, horrific opening hours and pickled eggs. (And those are the fun bits). But I had been looking forward to re-exploring West Malling, a posh village on the edge of Maidstone noted for the fine… Continue reading BUMPING INTO HIGH TABLES IN WEST MALLING
FOLLOWING THE RULES IN DOVER
Oddly, perhaps, Matt was quite keen to see the white cliffs of Dover before his gig. I’d had the best view from the train whizzing back from Folkestone. “It’s a bit daggy” he said of the town when we caught up at the Maison Dieu. And I guess he’s right. “Look at the cuddly… Continue reading FOLLOWING THE RULES IN DOVER
A FOLKESTONE FLYER
In lovely Dover, we parked up in the Bluebell, an exemplary Guest House in a less than exemplary area on the Folkestone Road. As the view from the bedroom window shows. While Mrs RM and Matt recovered from Punk IPA/Salted caramel fudge cake respectively, I took the Dover Priory train to Folkestone. Just a flying… Continue reading A FOLKESTONE FLYER
FAVERSHAM FEEDING FRENZY
Next stop Dover for Matt’s post-hardcore gig, and a chance to evaluate the state of preparations for Britain’s latest car park (aka the M26). Oddly, Google Maps then sent us via the M2, forcing a late change in GBG-driven lunch plans. Ah, Faversham. Underrated as a pub destination due to some folk’s preference for Harvey’s… Continue reading FAVERSHAM FEEDING FRENZY
NO CASK AT DOVER PORT
The internet is rubbish down in Dover, so here’s a short post courtesy of Spoons WiFi. My mushroom benedict in the Eight Bells is the blue dot below. We’re in Dover for our One Day Only heatwave, and a night of what the kids call “metal core” in a new venue converted from the old… Continue reading NO CASK AT DOVER PORT
SCOTCH EGGS, CINQUE PORTS
15 minutes walk from station to micro. 15 seconds from micro to Proper Pub. And that’s only because I stopped to take a photo of the hardware shop. The Cinque Port Arms is a solid looking house, though the use of the “C” world is always a bit worrying. And inside it’s a little… Continue reading SCOTCH EGGS, CINQUE PORTS
OH, THOSE WACKY MICRO PUB NAMES !
You may find this hard to believe but I was nearly 10 before I saw the seaside, a combination of fear of a flat earth, and horse and traps on a go slow on the A10 making journeys from Waterbeach to Hunstanton or Cromer impractical. Nowadays, nearly all the new entries seem to pepper the… Continue reading OH, THOSE WACKY MICRO PUB NAMES !
DOVER CHILDREN INTRODUCED TO JOYS OF PICKLED EGGS
Sometimes these posts don’t need clever titles, do they ? I have NEVER been disappointed by Dover trips, though to be fair I don’t know if they use rats in the Sweet and Sour Pork yet. Never mind the pubs, it’s a great town for the walker. Just look at those contours above. Good… Continue reading DOVER CHILDREN INTRODUCED TO JOYS OF PICKLED EGGS
ANOTHER SMASHING WALMER PUB
The best thing about Kent pubs is they’re dotted along the coast at regular intervals. So 5 minutes from Deal and I was in Walmer, and a short hop from another new micro. Is it possible that Walmer is more than The Berry ? SPOILER: YES Looking at that map I do wonder if I’d… Continue reading ANOTHER SMASHING WALMER PUB
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