We’ve spent the last five days relocating from Penzance to Bristol, mostly stressed and exhausted, but with a bit of time to begin exploring the pubs in our neighbourhood.
One reason we didn’t do this in Walthamstow all those years ago was that Boak grew up there and so knew all the pubs, although we wonder with hindsight what we might have missed. Certainly when Bailey’s Dad dragged us into The Duke’s Head we found a pub less rough than received local wisdom had led us to expect.
So far, in our bit of Bristol, we’ve been to:
- one micropub
- two regional-brewery craft ale gastro lounges
- a community pub [further information required]
- a vast back-street inter-war improved pub with no real ale
- a hipstery place with tapas and board games and
- one that looks like a gastropub but feels like an estate pub.
And there are a few more to explore yet, although not much in the way of ‘classic pubs’ as far as we’ve noticed.
We don’t know yet which ones will end up as regular haunts but there’s only one we’ve really taken against (terrible beer, as much atmosphere as a Debenham’s cafe).
We’ll keep you posted, no doubt, especially on Twitter where the flow of pint-n-crisps photos will be the same but different, once we’ve got comfortable and don’t feel so anxious about soiling our own vestibule.