The name has no apostrophe. But a gorgeous bar though, pretty high on my list of preferred establishments.
Category Archives: Pubs
West
Saramago
Last time I was in Glasgow, There was a bar-cafe that I really wanted to try. It’s just off Sauchiehall Street, near the ABC. Saramago.
I was with old gentlemen, so didn’t get to visit; it’s a vegan place and they don’t get such things.
I’m here now though. And it’s truly great (although expensive).
The Horseshoe Bar
Plastic Letters
… was the name of a Blondie album. In my opinion, their best. Today, though, I bought some cardboard letters.
Yes, the Z is the wrong way round, but I’d taken the picture before noticing. Rest assured, it’s now correctly oriented.
After buying half of the contents of Hobbycraft, we caught a bus to town. Before returning home, we called off at the Bridge Hotel, where I found two Atom beers on draught.
Only staying for one, this was a difficult decision. Light or dark?
Or a half pint of both.
And both were very nice. We may also have had a game of skittles in the Split Chimp while in town.
Regrettably, I was defeated by my second in command. But only because she cheated.
I’m sure there was a ‘1’ prefix missing from my first score.
Sodhouse Bank
Our street has quite a bit of history. William the Conqueror once had a bit of a run in with Malcolm III of Scotland (it didn’t end well for Malcolm), pretty much just outside our house. And, for a few hundred years there was an annual procession up the street.
This procession would stop for refreshment at a pub down the road, the Old Cannon. While a nice building, the times haven’t been kind to the Cannon. I’ve only called in twice and found the pub to be pretty run down and struggling to survive. Something of a shame when you consider its past.
Inevitably, the pub closed and attempts to reopen an turn it into a realistic business failed. It’s soon to reopen as a Chinese restaurant.
At least the building is remaining largely unchanged. Unlike the nearby Queens Head, which closed more recently. It’s to be converted into bedsits.
Should a ghostly Sheriff of Gateshead still be travelling the route, at least he’d be able to find a meal and a bed for the night.
Broken rules
I met my second in command in town after work today. Brewdog do vegan pizza now, you know.
And it’s rather nice. As is the coffee stout.
I must admit that I feel somewhat ashamed to say that we’ve played the bus lottery this afternoon. And cheated.
An X1 arrived, so we pretended not to see it and waited for a 56 (which stops at our local).
The Station
Today, while escorting my second in command’s father to his train, I noticed something in Central Station.
I’ve read about these, but hadn’t seen them before today. Just a few years ago, this would have been unimaginable in Newcastle. Hell, I remember being regarded as different in my early days of vegetarianism seriously think that vegetarians/vegans will one day dominate the world. Naturally, anyone who resists will be fed to cats. And, speaking of which, I need to purchase a chair, a white long haired cat and a pair of black (faux) leather gloves.
Also in Central Station, on the same theme, was a shop.
Finally, while having a pre-second-in-command’s-dad-train Erdinger, I found that the Station Hotel is likely to reopen soon.
While only the facia has been retained, I’m looking forward to the reopening.
Is this the way to Amarillo
Or a Moretti. I’m back from a retirement do at Heworth golf club, a bloke called Neil. A nice bloke. he’s only a year older than me. Which makes me realise that, when the mortgage is paid off in six months, I could afford to do the same.
But maybe not, since I need to pull together some funds for the Sodhouse Bank Brewery (the shed).
The end is in sight though.
In my local for a nightcap.
Goatshead
No, we’re not in Goatshead yet. We’d called off in Oxford for breakfast, but a visit to Oxford involves a compulsory pint of stout in the Three Goats Heads.
It’s an excellent Sam Smith’s pub, lovely both outside and in. My second in command’s not partaking of stout though; she’s shopping (and is disappointed that the Apricot store has not only closed, but is in the process of being demolished).
Shopping is generally a good thing for me; I get to have a pint (or two if I’m quick) before my second in command arrives (for a fruit beer).
Coincidentally, Sam Smith’s fruit beer is made (partially) in Stamford, where my second in command was born. A picture of the brewery, taken a few days ago.