Chapel St Leonards, Lincs:
Like its wonderful namesake in Wednesfield, this is thirties building. This one is by far the larger though, and is a full-blown hotel, but feels like a pub.
One of the rear rooms is given over to an Indian restaurant, but the bar area is big, and there’s decking at the front. No ale, but the food was good and the barman very friendly, and the Stella drinkable, and served in a proper glass, not one of those stupid chalices..
Chapel St Leonards, Lincs:
Actually on the promenade, this is a real surprise: it’s a beachfront bar with a traditionalish but maritime-themed interior, and an outside area on the beach that is built to resemble a ship, along with clever outside benches with a drink tray built into the railing.
There’s a choice of real ale, food at times (sadly not when we visited), pleasant staff, and a view over the beach and out to the wind farm off the coast.
*looks along bar at pumps, makes hard choice*
“Pint of Stella, half of Bud, please”
“Sorry, they’re not on. I’ve got Stella in bottles”
“OK, two Stella”
“It’s warm, I’ve switched the fridges off”
“OOOOOkaaay…Pint of Carling, half of Strongbow *shudder*” [the lowest common denominator of alcohol].
We sit down. It’s dark, and the Mos Eisley Cantina is looking quite desireable by comparison. There’s a reason it’s only 150k and the Bachus over the road is making good money.
Willoughby, near Alford, Lincs:
A lovely lunchtime break: sadly we were in the car, so I missed out on the ale on offer. Wine (so I’m told) and lunch were fine, landlord and landlady friendly, and the view over the village green was lovely.
Sutton-on Sea, Lincs:
It’s a hotel, but the bar feels pub-like, and there’s a microbrewery. The beer and service are great, to be honest, and the food, while not fancy, is good. Prices are OK and there’s good outside space.
Backstreet pub in Mablethorpe. Not plush, but comfortable and friendly, with real ale (very welcome after a day of lager) and a pubcat. No kids in the bar area :-), but allowed elsewhere.
A lunchtime stop. It looked a bit tired and run down from outside (and heading back west, it looks worse- you’d mistake it for being closed), but the appearance was deceptive. Inside is clean, and pleasant. Real ale on offer, but can’t comment on quality as I was driving. Food, wine and staff all great and prices very reasonable.
A ‘spoons in Wednesbury? What could go wrong?
Well, nothing. We gave the Pig and Trumpet (which I recall as the Golden Cross) nearby a miss, as it looked a bit grim, and dropped in here. It was fine: a spoons, for sure, but the beer was good, it was passably clean, and the outside space was nice in late-summer sunshine, and the staff were fine.
I was travelling through Wednesbury from a
delicate evening of culture the piss up with Andy, and was in dire need of a slash. Against local custom, I passed by shop doorways, and elected for the first pub I came to: The George Inn. It’s a 60s-looking building, and from the outside looked closed at first, but closer inspection showed that only one side of the considerable space was lit. It looks to be up for sale.
The barman was friendly, and my pint of Carling was cheap (but then it was Carling, so like making love in a boat), and he let me charge my phone for a few minutes. I’d suspect this pub was crowded at one time, but Wednesbury has fallen on hard(er) times: there were only 3 other customers at 9pm ish on a Saturday. By no means dreadful but no ale or decent lager, so I continued my journey quickly.
I’d met Andy in the White Rose, and he expressed an interest in the Horse & Jockey round the corner. I’m never one to refuse a visit to a new pub, so we went in. It’s an odd place, evidently recently refurbed, and with a mix of ages as clientele. The music was over-loud, and no ale, so we settled for mild and Guinness- the former was a bit rough, the latter OK. It wasn’t a terrible pub, but spoiled by the below-par beer and loud music delivered from huuuuge speakers. We departed for The Trumpet (oddly closed), and settled on The Henry Newbolt.