No, nowt to do with Fosters. Been there, done that. Deal is the town that makes writing blog titles easy, and gave Dick and Dave such a warm glow about service in pubs last Summer (here). A rare GBG tick away from the well-pubbed beery centre, and even rarer new entry that isn’t a micro. … Continue reading SEALING THE DEAL
Tag: Proper pubs
PROPER PUBS IN CARLISLE
Next stop, Carlisle, which feels like New York after a week travelling round the Borders. Look ! The McVitie’s factory (sorry Mrs RM, I didn’t bring you back a discounted packet of digestives). Oh, look ! A Bass mirror (no Bass). Oh look ! An open pub. I’d forgotten what they look like. I… Continue reading PROPER PUBS IN CARLISLE
FISHING FOR BASS IN LYME REGIS
Our last day in Dorset (the eldest son had run out of bread to make himself sandwiches); a quick lunch in Lyme Regis. Here’s an under-pinked slice of Navigator. Lyme is the last stop for the Beer Guide before Devon, and a merciless sea of inaccessible GBG ticks that can wait until I have… Continue reading FISHING FOR BASS IN LYME REGIS
“HOW CAN YOU NOT LIKE CHEESE ? CHEESE IS LIFE “. PUB PHILOSOPHY AT BRIDPORT’S TIGER
Our stroll along Bridport‘s main drag presented a mixed town with some oddly priced reading matter. There’s a good string of pubs, not all of them Palmers either. Next stop for us was the Greyhound. I assume we won’t see many Spoons in towns smaller than this in the future, so they are to be… Continue reading “HOW CAN YOU NOT LIKE CHEESE ? CHEESE IS LIFE “. PUB PHILOSOPHY AT BRIDPORT’S TIGER
BEER & FOOD MATCHING – PALMERS 200 & LADY BOBWOMBLE’S BROWNIES
I can put it off no longer. After what seems like tmonths of build-up and multiple diversionary tactics, here’s Bridport. Part I, anyway. I’ve been wanting to visit the town properly for two decades, with a sole flying visit in 1995 now long forgotten. That means Stranraer is newly top of my “To See” list;… Continue reading BEER & FOOD MATCHING – PALMERS 200 & LADY BOBWOMBLE’S BROWNIES
WHY DO I NEVER LEARN NOT TO GO FOR THE LOCAL BEER
You’ll notice a theme in this blog; the more I learn, the less I learn. Having been served beer soup with scum in it in the name of localism, I really should have taken the hint and stuck to mega brews. There were enough of those in the Sun in Dunfold, a pub with… Continue reading WHY DO I NEVER LEARN NOT TO GO FOR THE LOCAL BEER
WITNEY – A MUG OF TEA AND MAGGIE MAY
Quite a few reports from our more affluent, and therefore duller, counties to come. One of them will feature England’s worst beer and best faggots and chips, so something to look forward to. First to Witney last Monday, where I hoped to find a recent Prime Minister stocking shelves in Waitrose, or at very… Continue reading WITNEY – A MUG OF TEA AND MAGGIE MAY
