I suppose I better tell you about my Bradford tick then. But as I stood at the entrance of the Exchange Craft Beer House on the corner of Market Street and Hustlergate at noon, I could see no earthly way in; Their Facebook said 12:00, other folk who tick pubs had been; they must be… Continue reading GREEN LABEL
Tag: West Yorkshire pubs
JIMMY RIDDLESDEN
If you’re stuck for which photo to lead with on your blog post, ALWAYS go with the pub cate. I assume this is the house cat for Riddlesden’s Willow Tree, she certainly seemed at home (pub cats are always girls, aren’t they ?). I’d phoned ahead, breaking one of my main rules of pubbing, to… Continue reading JIMMY RIDDLESDEN
FANNY’S BY GASLIGHT
22nd January 2020 WARNING : CONTAINS PROPER PUBS !!! A bumper Shipley-cum-Saltaire special, aided by an Ibis giving me access to two new GBG ticks, a classic oldie, and a curry. Oh, and tall buildings. Shipley town centre took a post-war hammering, but the Spoons is majestic. Continuing the theme of the last post, where… Continue reading FANNY’S BY GASLIGHT
TICKING CHAOS IN LEEDS
Where was I ? Oh, yes, watching a brave lady valiantly clear up a pile of vomit (sorry to those of you with weak constitutions) on the 19:09 Huddersfield to Leeds “fun train” on Sunday night, wishing I’d got that Chinese takeaway and headed back to the Sunday night disco at Ivy Green. “Has anyone… Continue reading TICKING CHAOS IN LEEDS
TOP 100 PUBS – SLUBBERS, HUDDERSFIELD
Dick has been pestering me to make him my cover star (it’s like being a mascot at City but cheaper), so here he is, training for a job at next year’s Octoberfest. Note how we ruins the fun of real #PubMen who like to take their own glass back in Northern towns. Next up was… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – SLUBBERS, HUDDERSFIELD
PORK PIES AND INDIAN FOLK MUSIC
You left me in the toilets at the Fighting Cock, admiring the art work. The Green Devil was a bad idea, because you then lose rational thought and have to stop at every pub on the stagger back. Which is why it’s called a Stagger. Bradford sure looks good, if a bit quiet compared to… Continue reading PORK PIES AND INDIAN FOLK MUSIC
NO BIG 6 IN THE HALIFAX SIX
You left us at the foot of Upper Washer Lane, about to tackle the colossus that is the Big 6 Inn. But then, like Forrest Gump at Monument Valley, I just stopped. “I’ve had enough” I whined, like a Wokingham wimp. Charles didn’t argue, even though it was a bit like taking him to Downham… Continue reading NO BIG 6 IN THE HALIFAX SIX
LACTOSE LOVING CREW IN THE ALEXANDRA
Yes, it’s a desperate title, but you do better. Charles and I headed for GBG pub No.2, a whole 3 minutes from the Chapel, through the admirable Westgate shopping centre. It’s what we call a colourful entrance to the Alex. Inside, one other customer at 4.51pm, and much (very neat) writing on beer boards. As… Continue reading LACTOSE LOVING CREW IN THE ALEXANDRA
HALIFAX GETS A PIECE OF THE ACTION
Charles had never been to Halifax before. I’m not saying that to embarrass him; I’ve never been to Bathgate. He’d been through Halifax, on the way to Hebden Bridge. Apart from the three new GBG ticks, I was keen to show which Yorkshire town starting with “H” is the best. (Hull is a city, of… Continue reading HALIFAX GETS A PIECE OF THE ACTION
KINDNESS IN TODMORDEN
Only fair that I continue my journey to Manchester via a quick stop in Todmorden, the sane older brother of Hebden. Where HB assaults you with weird smells and key keg seats, in Tod you get kindness. Plenty to admire on the OS extract, particularly for folk with minds as puerile as Russ. Despite the… Continue reading KINDNESS IN TODMORDEN
