Have I done this one before ? Wouldn’t surprise me. Pauline nearly guessed right, I did look in the window of the Strugglers, named after the ascent from the Wetherspoons to the pubs at the top of the hill. Sadly staff illness had scuppered what look like a good trading day. Such is a publican’s… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – VICTORIA, LINCOLN
After checking whether we had enough left in the account for tea after that pint of Pride, we set off toward Hyde Park. A 22 year old is never really going to pick a Gordon Ramsay restaurant, and there’s a lack of Northern Quarter style curry caffs in West London, which is why I despair… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – THE VICTORIA, PADDINGTON
I’m on the road again. After dropping James in Letchworth for his driving lessons (which have cost more than I spend on Doom Bar), Mrs RM and I headed west (or is it east) for a last spell of pubbing before the plague closes us all down again. The A303, formerly “The Stonehenge Way” is… Continue reading A DASH TO ASHBURTON
More local pubbing. Well, Hitchin is only an area away, next door to where I drop James off for his driving lessons. Covid-19 has just cancelled his driving test, AGAIN; perhaps they’ll give him a licence anyway if it happens a 3rd time and he can drive me to a pub. We lived here for… Continue reading HITCHIN, HURTS
What are those #PubMen looking at ? I guess they were eyeing up my yummy Plum Porter at the Victoria, our fourth Rugby stop. This was the longest walk of the day, a mammoth ten minutes out towards the former Bass stronghold of Hillmorton. Ten minutes, and four excellent pieces of jaywalking from our… Continue reading I SUCCUMB TO THE PLUM (PORTER)
You never want to end an evening on a sour note. Having completed Bristol, and therefore Gloucestershire, I scoured What Pub for pre-emptive potential. Sadly, places called “Clifton Sausage”, “Amoeba” and “Illusions Magic Bar” (honestly)offered little potential, so I did a revisit of the Victoria. Yes, sometimes I go back to the same place… Continue reading TINY REBEL CITRA MILKSHAKE IPA IN THE VICTORIA
That’s a genuine question, not an invitation to a duel on Woking High Street, or whatever is the epicentre of Surrey culture. I just can’t see it as a proper county. There’s no League teams (the support is all for Chelsea), their cricket team plays in South London, their breweries are tiny, all the… Continue reading WHAT’S THE POINT OF SURREY ?