As previously recounted in Worthington’s Creamflow at the Rose & Crown, I quite appreciate having a pub close to my hostel that provides cheap beer and football. One would have thought that £1.85 pints of Worthington’s a mere 354 feet away would have been unbeatable, but that was before I moved to York, where they seem to have a pub in every building. And at this particular hostel, one need only walk 118 feet to find the cozy confines of the Nags Head, which coincidentally also happens to be a Craft Union Free House just like the Rose & Crown, and therefore offers £1.85 pints of Worthington’s. Dear me, at this rate I’m never going to try any new beer!
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.
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!
My next day in Brussels, Tuesday 3 October, I took advantage of our friends’ lovely backyard by installing myself with two grocery store bought beers. The cats then did their part by installing themselves on wall and lawn respectively.
For those of you who don’t know, I have received a two year visa for the UK, and I will soon be spending a lot of time exploring England, and perhaps eventually working in a pub. First though, I have returned to Belgium to visit some of my favourite people and cafés, not necessarily in that order. Going forward, you can expect my blog to become in part a travel blog, complemented by the usual drink reviews.
Tonight is my last night in Vernon. Tomorrow morning I head to Vancouver, and on Thursday I fly to London, England. So naturally I am sipping on a couple of brews with my parents and cats as we spin some vinyl. Below is an interpretation of what they taste like.
Last night, my father and I decided to use up the remainder of our rather ancient watermelon in the blender with some vodka. It wasn’t inedible, it just didn’t taste prime anymore, and so we thought a blend of watermelon, vodka, and ice would be the best way to avoid waste. Boy were we in for a surprise!