It's back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A pub is for life not just for Christmas
The Pineapple - an old favourite, just so long as the god-awful hen parties are kept at bay.
A really good month in the circumstances, with two difficult-to-get-to pubs standing out: in the runner-up spot, the Rhydspence Inn west of Whitney-on-Wye and at the top, the Cat Inn in Enville.
"Everybody's got to believe in something. I believe I'll have another beer."
-W.C.Fields
Afternoon is the only time to visit that one. As I pointed out in my review of 25th August 2011. (What a long time ago that was. When a pint was just £2.95. In London.)
Come On You Hatters!
been in this pub more often than any other this month,
Harrogate Tap
George Inn
A pub in one of my favourite parts of the world, Upper Wharfedale. Only visited once before, when we (me and my partner and our young children) had a dreadfully poor meal on her birthday in 1995. We complained about it and even wrote to the brewery that owned the pub at the time (Theakstons, I believe) without redress. The incident left such a bad (I was going to say taste in my mouth) feeling, compounded by the fact that we split up not many months after, that I had never been back until my recent cycling/camping trip took me to nearby Buckden. Another cyclist who chatted briefly with me as his group passed me near Bolton Abbey said what a good pub it was, so I decided to try it. The tiny bar parlour has barely room for three or four people (with appropriate distancing - and there's another room for diners), and the bar had a perspex screen, but other than that the pub was much as it must always be. I was only going to have a pint, but my first glug of Black Sheep Bitter decided me to have a second and I'm glad I stayed. A brief conversation between me, two other customers and the friendly landlord revealed that we had all lived in Leeds at some stage, though none of us originated there. A trivial coincidence, but it was all part of making this a very pleasant pub experience. That and the beer, of course.
Come On You Hatters!