MICRO PUB MEN, POCAHONTAS AND ME – BACK TO GRAVESEND

Manchester Beer Fest day. If you’re there, buy me a low alcohol German beer. That’s me in the corner, whining about the lack of seating. Duncan will be there, showing off his knees and his GBG. I bet he’s done Kent, even though it’s 300 miles away from him and virtually next door to me.… Continue reading MICRO PUB MEN, POCAHONTAS AND ME – BACK TO GRAVESEND

BELGIAN BLUES AT THE BARNSLEY BAKERY

Seems I ruffled some feathers by suggesting that Mapplewell was Posh Barnsley, with its £10 burgers, £12 haircuts and pashmina subculture.  Clearly only our very own Pauline can definitively call this result, and I’ll be crowdfunding for her to survey the Old Bakery on our behalf. This is a another classy micro bar, some way… Continue reading BELGIAN BLUES AT THE BARNSLEY BAKERY

MICROPUB MERRY-GO-ROUND IN BIRCHINGTON-ON-SEA

  One more round of “Micro Pub Spot The Difference” for you tonight.  I certainly failed to distinguish the Old Bay Alehouse from three dozen others in Thanet and Lancashire.  Perhaps they should call it something distinctive like Jug & Firkin, Ale Corner or Malt ‘n’ Hops. Still, Birchington is my last tick in West… Continue reading MICROPUB MERRY-GO-ROUND IN BIRCHINGTON-ON-SEA

WHEN I DREAM, I DREAM ABOUT TAMWORTH MICROPUBS

Yes, when in Tamworth, it is obligatory to reference Julian Cope, whose views on micro pubs are eagerly anticipated. Last time here I celebrated the joys of the parish church in an Emergency Guide to Tamworth that is still handed out to all UK visitors on arrival at Dover. This time I bring the alternate… Continue reading WHEN I DREAM, I DREAM ABOUT TAMWORTH MICROPUBS