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!
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.
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!
Today I harvested lots of fresh rhubarb in order to make more wine and pies. The good cat Moth-Gractor helped me with the task. Later on, after starting a batch of rhubarb wine (my second of the season) I enjoyed a few sips of the Graham’s 2009 Late Bottled Vintage Port, which I had been meaning to review since Christmas.
In mid January, I went out for drinks at Spinnakers with Andrew and Lys. They gave me a late Christmas gift: a hardcover book about the Queen Mother. I love it, seriously. We also reminisced about the time they came over for cream tea (a form of English afternoon tea) and when Gractor sat on Andrew’s back.
I tried a couple of bomber bottles during the pub crawl sequence of a Yule Dungeons & Dragons adventure, and I found myself particularly caught off guard by the Fernie Maple Porter. It didn’t even taste like a maple porter. I found myself wondering, “What in the heck is this beer all about? Did I make a bad roll on my character’s beer tasting abilities?”