A couple of years ago Pub Curmudgeon ran a poll to decide the UK’s best town, unexpectedly won by Mansfield after a VAR review. Richmond (the real one) scored well, which surprised me a bit as I’d never really got it, till a spring trip to the Holly Hill which provided some staggering views from… Continue reading BATTERED BEERMATS IN RICHMOND (THE REAL ONE)
More cutting-edge craft in North Yorkshire, or North Awesome as it’s now known. Thornton le Dale has more gentle folk visitors than residents, here for the chocolate factory and a vain attempt to uncover the meaning behind “Rorty Crankle”. There’s a pub of that name in Kent, if it helps. Chocolate and mystery aside, it’s… Continue reading RORTY CRANKLE
I thought Simon might head home after the Sam Smiths to enjoy his Sainsbury organic port or whatever 40 year olds in York do, but he’s such a good sport he was up for a late pint in the Crescent Club. And I owed him a pint now. Working Mens Club, says Bing Maps, Community… Continue reading ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS, PRE-EMPTIVE TICK ?
Simon reported his Sainsbury delivery van was on the way, so once he’d unpacked the Scandinavian avocado and Grimsby quinoa he’d be ready for a pint at somewhere new and exciting over the river. Simon lives in the hipster quarter (over-40 section) of course and would normally have been found in the Forty-Five Vinyl Cafe… Continue reading STALKING BRAPA IN HIPSTER YORK
Getting closer to actually meeting the great BRAPA now, so I had my artisan tea/supper (falafel wrap from Harrogate Co-op), finally booked into the Heworth, and did York. York was in the grip of Chris Norman Fever during my visit. Would Chris do the original, or would the chavvy York crowd demand the Roy “Chubby”… Continue reading FOR 24 MINUTES I’D BEEN DRINKING NEXT DOOR TO EBOR MORRIS MEN
Harrogate cost me about £9 to get to, and it wasn’t worth it. In fact the “pubs” were so dull I nearly skipped them completely, except for 3 reasons; US “Dave” Southworth will ask me about Harrogate in about 4 months time, and I’ll want to refer him back here, Something odd happened involving bar… Continue reading RESIGNED TO MY FATE IN HARROGATE
Next up in York was what we call a speculative pre-emptive (ASP), which I bumbled to via this impressive building. The new, second branch of the House of Trembling Madness would be a shoe-in for the Guide in Yeovil or Yaxley, but in York is has stiffer competition. HoTM (1) was an early indication, along… Continue reading MORE TREMBLING MADNESS. AND PLUM PORTER IN YORK.
Time to go north, the Proper North where folk get home deliveries from Sainsbury and where locals can spell “kappachino” if not pronounce it. Yes, it’s York. Almost. At 13:00 I was in Waterbeach, probably sulking. By 15:55 I was parked up in the Heworth Inn, ten minutes walk from the walls, with a pint… Continue reading BOWIE & BOMBARDIER ON THE YORK BORDER
No, not the rare James B side, but a rarer Settle tick that I couldn’t really take offence with. Last time here, Jimmy Anderson and Root were adding 198 for the last wicket against India, and I had to superstitiously hop on one leg up the hills or risk breaking the partnership. Five years later… Continue reading SETTLE DOWN
No. not that Richmond. I need trauma counselling after a trip there. This is the real one, home (well, close) to a recent CAMRA Pub of the Year and generally considered one of our great towns. Now, that is a beautiful bit of Ordnance Survey, but I’d never quite got it, till last week.… Continue reading RICHMOND REVELATIONS