I am now in York, the city with more pubs than days of the year. As such, I will be remaining here for at least a few months to do some exploring, and to work in a pub! On a related note, it is now the time of year for Winter ales, and since I am in York (a mere 10 miles from Tadcaster) who else would I bump in to than my old friend, the Samuel Smith’s Winter Welcome!
About a month ago I was in Birmingham, and though the birthplace of heavy metal had a certain attraction for me, it was clear that I was running out of interesting things to look at after three days of wandering around. I needed something else to do. As luck would have it, I remembered reading something about a bar crawl in Leam, and having a vague notion that I was perhaps near by, I went digging into my browser history!
Voila! A blog post “of all the pubs that you definitely haven’t visited, and probably shouldn’t.” That sounded like a challenge to me. After quickly copying down the bars from DollyFlower Cheese’s entertaining post, and figuring out that Leam was actually Royal-Leamington-Spa on the train line, I was ready.
Lately I have developed the habit of viewing all televised English football matches at the Rose & Crown pub in Newcastle. A mere 354 feet from the door of my hostel, I can safely say that the Rose & Crown is my new local in terms of both distance and frequency of visits. Strangely, I have also picked up the habit of exclusively drinking Worthington’s Creamflow at this pub.
I know that the stereotypical ‘local’ at his pub always drinks the same thing, but I didn’t know that I would get there so soon in life.. I hope you enjoy this post, because it’s going to be the last beer that I ever review!
I have returned to Newcastle after a quick trip to Scotland. My first stop was in Edinburgh where I visited my old friend Jamie, explored the city’s crazy alleyways (called closes) and admired the spectacular views!
Several years ago when I first got into cider, this was my favourite one! Compared to all the sweet stuff from Growers and Okanagan, this was so refreshingly weird, dry, and English. And then the liquor stores in BC stopped selling it. *Riley makes a sad face*
Yesterday I took the Metro train from Newcastle to North Shields for a stop of sorts on my ancestral home pub crawl. Except I wasn’t visiting a town where my ancestors lived; I was visiting real living relatives, my paternal grandfather’s cousins! I also didn’t stop in a pub, but I did drink some brandy, so I’ll give myself a pass.
This is a story from a pub. Perhaps not a very interesting one, but a story nonetheless.