More ticking in Central Lancs, home of Ale Cry and also some of our greatest pub men. But had Matthew ever been to the Wheatsheaf in Coppull, I wonder ? No reason to, it’s an unassuming local’s pub in an unassuming village south of micro made Chorley. Coppull seems mad on takeaways. And music listings… Continue reading COPPULL’S WHEATSHEAF, ONE OF “THOSE PUBS THAT DON’T GET IN THE BEER GUIDE ANYMORE”
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ONE BEER IS PLENTY; ONE CUSTOMER, NOT REALLY
A first visit to Thatcham since 2003, when we stayed in the rambling town. This time, a 5 minute train trip from Newbury where the Wheatsheaf became one of those basic one pump boozers that no-one believes actually exist in the Beer Guide anymore. Shame about the pub sign but sometimes it’s nice to have… Continue reading ONE BEER IS PLENTY; ONE CUSTOMER, NOT REALLY
EVERY GOOD BIRTHDAY STARTS WITH A £1.65 PINT OF ABBOT IN KILMARNOCK SPOONS
I should, perhaps, be worried that some readers might take this blog too seriously, but then I remember that anyone who does will have long ago stopped reading, blocking the words “retiredmartin“, “excellent Doom Bar” and “evil tasters”. But then again I know you’ll believe that a trip to Kilmarnock Spoons in the company of… Continue reading EVERY GOOD BIRTHDAY STARTS WITH A £1.65 PINT OF ABBOT IN KILMARNOCK SPOONS
TITCHMARSH LACINGS SPECTACULAR
Is there no end to the wonders of east Northamptonshire ? Posh schools, Scottish enclaves, world conker championships (pre-Covid), and pubs called Duke. There’s also a little place called Polopit, right next to Titchmarsh. I thought I’d go and explore for no reason whatsoever. As ever, Polopit is best seen from my drone, which would… Continue reading TITCHMARSH LACINGS SPECTACULAR
SHIFNAL AND I, IN THE WHEATSHEAF
Thanks to Ethelred for the title; the usual pint of Doom Bar winging its way to you as soon as they start canning it as a craft beer. Well, my attempts to speed up Shifnal are going about as fast as the town itself. Not very. Pub 4 was the Wheatsheaf. Pubs called the Wheatsheaf… Continue reading SHIFNAL AND I, IN THE WHEATSHEAF
BOUGH BEECH BEAUTIES
Another one Paul will know, one stop (Penshurst) up the line and then a brisk walk. Never heard of Bough Beech either, though clearly the well-to-do diners of west Kent and visitors to the National Trust honeypots of Chartwell and Emmetts know where to get their Prosciutto di San Daniele and Fricassee of woodland mushrooms.… Continue reading BOUGH BEECH BEAUTIES
PUBMEN DO WOLVES. AGAIN
It’s a good job Stafford’s top #PubMan doesn’t sue me for using his picture on this blog, as he’s becoming almost as much a fixture as a dodgy pint of Otter. You’ll remember that Paul joined my Black Country Auditors Amble at the Great Western, a visit that divided opinion. But where next ? We’d… Continue reading PUBMEN DO WOLVES. AGAIN
SURVIVING SOUTH-WEST LONDON PART 2 – TOOTING TO CLAPHAM
The No.44 dropped off us off at Tooting Broadway, allowing us half a mile walk along one of London’s most calorific streets. Yet another place Mrs RM has worked (St Georges) though she claimed to have resisted the lure of the barfi in Nirala back then. Asian sweets and cake shops all the way up to… Continue reading SURVIVING SOUTH-WEST LONDON PART 2 – TOOTING TO CLAPHAM
DRAUGHT BASS AND SCOUSE IN THE VALE OF THE WHITE HORSE
South Oxfordshire is rarely the most rewarding part of the Beer Guide, the new entries seemingly reflecting the dining pub’s occasional flirtation with Locales. It’s not so much the food, which pretty much all pubs rely on, as the feel of the dining pubs that I don’t much enjoy. The triangle between Didcot, Thame and… Continue reading DRAUGHT BASS AND SCOUSE IN THE VALE OF THE WHITE HORSE
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