I spent Bonfire Night at the Travelodge in the picture postcard location of the M18/M180 motorway services, because I’m worth it. Not only was it £33, and gave me 20% over the overpriced confectionery at WH Smith, but it allowed me to walk to my final South Yorkshire tick for GBG 20. Look closely at… Continue reading 2 MILES FROM FISHLAKE
In case you’re alarmed, the **** is BRAP, whose Adventure rather ran to ground in the Darton Tap in January, when a lack of careful planning meant a trip to a South Yorkshire chemist as humiliating as the one taken by Suggs in “House of Fun”. The results were hilarious. In honour of that classic… Continue reading NO DISPOSABLE CAMERA **** IN THE DARTON TAP
Plenty of notice for the Elvis night at the Fitzwilliam, anyway. Mind, you’re never more than 50 yards from an Elvis night in Rotherham. And increasingly, you’re never more than 237 yards from a new micropub. I almost did this one, round the corner from the Something Brew Inn… But my next GBG tick was… Continue reading PARKGATE – IT’S NOW OR NEVER
A rare appearance by a long-forgotten Culture Club single from that summer of ’83, and a rare appearance by our two lads, pictured in a Sheffield pub on Saturday morning. This was a flying visit to check our undergrad lad was eating “properly“. He certainly demolished a Balti at 7 Spices near Shakespeare’s. You’ll… Continue reading SHEFFIELD : IN THE CHURCH OF THE POISON MIND
I’m skipping over my 3rd micro pub in a row, not because the beer wasn’t good (the Acorn Porter was spectacular, NBSS 4), or the atmosphere unfriendly (it was great), but because even less happened than in the two in north Barnsley. No sniggering at a failed entrance, no doggie stand-off, no animated discussion about… Continue reading SOUTH YORKSHIRE – A TOP FINISH
And so to Darton, a solid looking bit of north Barnsley that has suddenly sprouted a couple of micro bars to entice you away from the town’s Conservative Club. I’m more than slightly staggered to read the village has a population of 21,345, as many as Bridgnorth and Bewdley combined. It’s seemingly served by… Continue reading BUT ARE YA OPEN ?
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
Some very short posts for you as I have to check out of Halifax’s Wool Merchants hotel soon so we can get soaked finding the Piece Hall. By last Friday James had decided the internet at Taylor Towers was insufficient for his purposes, and I took him back to Sheffield Uni ahead of exams… Continue reading OPENING TIMES HELL IN MAPPLEWELL
On the Friday I headed to Sheffield to pick up James from Uni. It’s good to see him, but his return has slowed down our internet speed somewhat. On the way, a tick in the beer centre of the Yorkshire world. Elsecar looks great on the wall from the station. I’d call it “posh Barnsley”… Continue reading ELSECAR’S NO.1 KEG-ONLY PUB ?
Another day, another micro pub to subtly change my view on micro pubs. At least in the North*. Simon is best placed to tell us if micros deserve to be thought of as Proper Pubs (PP). The new BRAPA regime sees him spending a whole week living with the sole other customer to get… Continue reading “A PINT’S A TASTER” – MICRO LIFE IN THORNE