After the Gold Rush (well, three decent Skegness pubs), the reality. I like to think I can find the hidden jewels anywhere on this sceptered isle, but Skeggy pushed my detective skills to their limit. In the usual manner, the Pros and Cons. PROS As we’ve seen, decent beer IS available. And the pubs… Continue reading THE SKEGNESS MONSTER
Tag: Lincolnshire
FINDING MY FATHER’S MOUSTACHE IN LOUTH
Having ticked Louth’s new Guide entry we continued our exploration of the town. We had two criteria; Visit places with traditional sounding Lincolnshire names; and assess new hipster craft beer bar “My Fathers Moustache“. Thanks to WhatPub, I knew a little already. As recently as 2013 the local CAMRA branch had surveyed the pub and… Continue reading FINDING MY FATHER’S MOUSTACHE IN LOUTH
BEER HEADZ, BEES & WILBURYS IN GRANTHAM
An interesting but pointless debate about our dullest county yesterday. The chap who rated Wiltshire below Bedfordshire is clearly the sort of troll this blog thrives on. Lincolnshire gets bad press from the bourgeois and beer bloggers alike, mainly because of being flat and having seaside resorts that prioritise fun over prosecco. Which reminds me… Continue reading BEER HEADZ, BEES & WILBURYS IN GRANTHAM
KARAOKE & KAMPERVANNING IN STAMFORD
Somewhere in my photo collection there’s a picture of a bloke singing “Back for Good” at karaoke in Stamford‘s Lincolnshire Poacher*; the highlight of a Sunday night spent on Adnams, Bombardier, Mansfield and Pedigree in the fun pub. But it was all fun pubs back in 1997, when Stamford had one of the widest range of beers anywhere in the… Continue reading KARAOKE & KAMPERVANNING IN STAMFORD
XB IN THIMBLEBY
Working through my One Drive revealed a few upsides to Lincolnshire I’d neglected to tell you about during my rant about “Gastropubisation“. Memory fades fast once you get north of 30. Another contender for “Dick & Dave’s big Lincs Adventure” is the Durham Ox in Thimbleby, which is a decent name, but not a patch… Continue reading XB IN THIMBLEBY
DON’T BICKER OVER A DUFF HALF
Retired Martins’s first rule of blogging is “There is no post, however slight, that cannot be redeemed by a photo of a cat“. So here (s)he is, perched on a wall near the Red Lion in Bicker in the heart of nowhere, Lincs. In my former life as scum NHS management, I actually stayed in… Continue reading DON’T BICKER OVER A DUFF HALF
TOP 100 PUBS – THE NOTTINGHAM HOUSE, CLEETHORPES
As I said at the start of this blog, its main purpose is to lets Mrs RM know where I am when she can’t be bothered to look at the calendar. And to reach an uneasy peace on the use of possessive apostrophes, of course. But I would also be thrilled if I could persuade a few… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – THE NOTTINGHAM HOUSE, CLEETHORPES
CLEETHORPES PART 2 – BOOGIE NIGHTS
It was a struggle to leave the No.2 Refreshment Rooms, so being chased out of the ladies loos was probably a blessing in disguise. I can’t imagine what goes on in the ladies in the No.1 Pub, a wearying 20 seconds Stomp away (see what I did there Dave ?). The No.1 wasn’t great when… Continue reading CLEETHORPES PART 2 – BOOGIE NIGHTS
CLEETHORPES – A THRILLER (PART 1)
I’d been waiting a long time for a reason to return to Cleethorpes, a town I’d never been to when the sun came out. In sympathy to local sensibilities, I’m going to try to refrain from mentioning G*****y in this post; it’s bad enough to have your town marketed under a “Greater Grimsby” banner by… Continue reading CLEETHORPES – A THRILLER (PART 1)
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