More short posts. With more great Portsmouth backstreet pub tiling, but unfortunately more slow-selling beer. A rare Wadworths house in the Beer Guide, it looked irresistible at dusk. And with the blues playing and a menu starring “lobster or lobster & pulled brisket loaded fries served up truffle alioli”, I thought it might be the… Continue reading KING STREET BLUES
Tag: Portsmouth
THE TRAIN FROM FRATTON
A few short bitty posts now as I rush back and forwards between the laptop and the annual charity sale, where I attempt to sell tat to folk at deflated prices. So bit of a rush through the pubs. Which will please some of you who think I should always be in a pub. This… Continue reading THE TRAIN FROM FRATTON
PROPER POMPEY LANDLORD
You left me in Southsea at the Auckland, having just visited a non-GBG pub in error. As Costello sang, “It was a brilliant mistake“. So I walked the ten yards round the corner to the Apsley, a different but equally cosy looking local. I suspect some of you are ahead of me here. Yes, it… Continue reading PROPER POMPEY LANDLORD
NO BURSTING THE SOUTHSEA BUBBLE
Back to Pompey, or more properly Southsea, one of the great pubbing areas in the world, along with Stockport, Bewdley and the Amber Valley. Oddly, Portsmouth itself is looking like a GBG desert, as this extract from the GBG App shows. Yes, Southsea must have one of the highest concentrations of GBG pubs per head… Continue reading NO BURSTING THE SOUTHSEA BUBBLE
POMPEY ! PRESLEY ! PUMPS ! PISH !
Petersfield endured, it was onto a bumper Hampshire derby showcasing the best and worst of the South coast. Starting in Pompey, which isn’t short of pubs. An admission. I was a teenage Pompey fan during the glory years (Div 4); an attachment based seemingly only on a visit to a Chichester convent and Bognor Regis… Continue reading POMPEY ! PRESLEY ! PUMPS ! PISH !
STEPPIN’ OUT IN PORTSMOUTH
There’s no shortage of obvious headlines for a trip to Pompey in November; half an hour spent in Fratton’s Spoons provided no end of witticisms, most unrepeatable. Always safest to use the tried-and-tested Joe Jackson one. Wetherspoons seem to fall into two camps now. OAP and family dining (e.g. St Neots), and male dominated cheap… Continue reading STEPPIN’ OUT IN PORTSMOUTH
POMPEY CHIMES
A couple of days in Hampshire, taking advantage of some sunshine by the coast. Accor Hotels are my new hotel friends; some of their Ibis Budget range are going for £30 or less, and not just on Sundays. Last week I attended the funeral of a friend from our church, who in his youth had… Continue reading POMPEY CHIMES
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