If your perfect pub is a symphony in brown (with a pint of BBB in a straight glass), then a perfect English town might be a symphony in black and white, like Chester. It MIGHT be, though I still prefer the continual change and modern v medieval of Manchester. Pub Curmudgeon missed the Gnome on… Continue reading Mrs RM gets told off in a Sam Smiths Pub
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AN OUGHTI-DENDUM
“You seem to have neglected the Sam Smith’s pub, the Travellers Rest” says Will, responding to this morning’s post. Some people would have gone back in November and checked, but not me. Within TEN MINUTES of reading Will’s admonishment I was hitting the A61, and the delightfully bumpy tram line up to Oughtibridge. In truth,… Continue reading AN OUGHTI-DENDUM
SEVEN SAM SMITHS SIZZLERS
Bass pubs are fine, but I know what you’re really after* is some photos of Sir Humphrey’s homages to an Edwardian era. With Dickensian working conditions. There’s been a tiny difficulty capturing the majesty of Sam’s pubs of late. But you can get round the mobile phone ban one way; and I’d like you to… Continue reading SEVEN SAM SMITHS SIZZLERS
STALKING BRAPA IN HIPSTER YORK
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
YOU’RE MY-YY-YY, YOU’RE MY FAVOURITE WEASTE OF TIME
Back to my Birthday. With any luck I’ll finish this mini-series before my next one. I think you know the route by now, a zigzag through Castlefield and Salford Quays into the glories of Greater Eccles. Clearly, I should have gone straight to bed and listened to the Match of the Day inquest on the… Continue reading YOU’RE MY-YY-YY, YOU’RE MY FAVOURITE WEASTE OF TIME
BREAKFAST IN SHEFFIELD
It’s not all pubs on this site, you know. Sometimes you get weird street art, or Sam Smiths windows or industrial architecture. And today it’s breakfast recommendations. Actually brunch, as I’d already had excellent coffee and banana cake from Albies on Snig Hill. We arranged to meet James at the Depot Bakery, the top brunch… Continue reading BREAKFAST IN SHEFFIELD
THE BROWN BEAR IS BACK
Especially for Paul Mudge of Stafford, here’s the evidence that Sam Smith’s Sheffield star is back with a bang. Mrs RM and I tipped up at 10.42pm, the latest I’ve been in a pub for a while. No sense of “You’re a bit close to last orders” like I get in some pubs at 10.30.… Continue reading THE BROWN BEAR IS BACK
A POSH SAM SMITH’S
A bit of late night pub porn for those of you who will never know the joy of a pint of malty bitter for two pounds sterling. That’s you, Maidenhead. Rather surprisingly, that pint comes from the posh suburbs of Peterborough. The Botolph Arms is on the edge of the Ortons, the bit of Peterborough… Continue reading A POSH SAM SMITH’S
SAM SMITHS v PINT SHOP
Our night in Oxford drew to an end as dusk descended, in the Pint Shop, Mrs RM deciding she’d had enough pubby fun, and wasn’t doing the Sam Smiths place with the rest of the gang. This was a slight disappointment to me, but I’d guess the Pint Shop is a gazillion time more likely… Continue reading SAM SMITHS v PINT SHOP
2018 PUB CAT CONVENTION IN LEVENSHULME
As all pub bloggers know, bench seating and cracking beer are no match for a cute pub cat when it comes to blogging. The one above was a bit coy, obviously waiting for Pub Curmudgeon as I discussed opening time fails with Pubmeister in Levenshulme’s Blue Bell. A second trip to Levy in quick… Continue reading 2018 PUB CAT CONVENTION IN LEVENSHULME
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