Bangor, North Wales:
We’d set off into town in search of lunch and a few drinks. Either our pub mojo was playing up, we gave up too soon due to hunger, or Bangor’s city centre has no decent pubs (unless you’re after lager, cheap). We’d walked past The Skerries, and the closed White Lion, and dropped in here in the hope of food and a decent drink. Thankfully there was no food. There was no cask ale either, and my Kronenbourg wasn’t pleasant, as wasn’t the pitch-black interior (pubs should be atmospheric, but this was darker than a Goth’s wardrobe), or the sticky tables and floor. We left, and had a sausage roll in the High St, returning to The Boatyard.
Garth, Bangor, North Wales:
Just around the corner. This was in many ways lovely: the staff were great, the beer great, the food great: but this had just gone a bit too far towards restaurant to be great; in fact, I considered not allowing it into PubBlog, but it redeened itself the next day with a great beer garden (and the surrounding competition, apart from the Tap & Spile being awful).
Garth, Bangor, North Wales:
Overlooking the pier, and next to our hotel, this was the obvious place for lunch, and we weren’t disappointed: decent beer, great food, and a friendly barman made this the best pub of our trip, and potentially the best in Bangor, given the competition we saw. Traditional pub inside and out, food available but not subtracting from the pub.
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We liked this a lot last time, but this time things weren’t so good. No ale, no drinkable lager either, staff that didn’t listen to the order, and a bunch of gobby blokes in the beer garden. The first time in years we’ve left a drink (Cider!), in order to escape to The Old Blue Ball. Maybe we caught it at a bad time.
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When we last visited, this was feeling a bit run down and and tired, and a little creceh-like too. In the almost five years that have passed, it’s seem some refurb work. The magnificent tiled counter is still there, the staff are still friendly, and sadly, tthere was still no ale, but it’s good to see this impressive pub looking a bit smarter and being used.
Close to all the delights of the border between Walsall and Wednesbury: M6 Junction 9, Ikea, a surplus of nice old houses that have become care homes.
That’s sounding quite negative. In actual fact, where the pub is situated is a surprisingly quiet resdential street that wraps around Brunswick Park, with a mix of old and new housing. We sat outside, next to the street, in the sun, and it was nice. I’d not been here before, and my better half hadn’t been here since college days over 20 years ago, when Sandwell College was just the other side of the A461. The pub itself is a traditional one, almost certainly Victorian given the name and the history of the park. It’s had a fairly typical makeover, but it hasn’t removed the character (and it looks fresh and tidy), and while food is a big part of the business, that hasn’t destroyed that this is a pub.
Very friendly staff, decent beer, good food.
Been meaning to come here for a while: it’s a big, 1937 pub in a minor road close to Cannock town centre, and the interior is on CAMRA’s inventory with good reason: it was carefully restored in 2012 by Black Country Inns, and the inside is now tidy, smart, but still authentic to the age. Really friendly landlord, great beer, lovely beer garden, and a Arriva 2 Sapphire stops outside the door…
Was unsure about including this, as it calls itself a bar/cafe/restaurant, but stood at the bar it felt pubish, more so than some places claiming to be pubs. It’s food-centric, but there was ale, and the outside space is lovely. Staff friendly enough considering the tourist overload.
Harbourside pub, Very traditional inside, mix of locals and tourists, decent beer, pleasant landlord, resident pub dog and other canine visitors.
Pleasant harbourside pub. Fairly traditional inside, friendly landlord, decent food, great beer (Yay! a hoppy IPA), and a jukebox playing at a sensible volume with decent music. A few seats outside in the sun, but the intensity of the sun drove us inside.