The Harbour Inn

Lowestoft:

What looks to be an old pub with a modern, slick, refurb in a style in keeping to the age; but if anything, it lost a little atmosphere: it looks really smart, but a bit fake. It’s also food-led: we visited around 2:30-3pm, to be asked if we wanted lunch the moment we entered. Beer and wine were fine, staff friendly enough, if a little chain-pub training manual.

Kings Wine Bar

Great Yarmouth:

It’s called a wine bar, but it’s a pub, clearly.

Not too bad, either. No ale, but respectable lager. Only real disadvantage being the UKIP-supporting racist idiot gobshite up the corner, who upon learning we were from near Birmingham, proffered “I’ll bet it’s spot the white man”. He proved to be a veritable mine of information, most of it wrong, and had his car keys in one hand, brandy in the other. What’s not to like?

Beside that, a nice enough bar. No food, friendly staff.

The Barking Smack

Great Yarmouth:

Smack? In Great Yarmouth? Well, you’ve got to try it.

I’m assuming this is a reference to a boat- a fishing vessel- rather than drugs, but you never know.

We’d wandered in hoping for lunch, but no food seemed evident, despite the boards outside. There was a good choice of ale though, and the only real problem was the doors being wide open on a coldish day: the place was freezing, so only one (excellent, local) beer.

The Pub on the Prom

Great Yarmouth:

After our first, disappointing visit to Liberty’s, and a failure to get on to Britannia Pier we needed a drink and a sit down, and it was pat midday, so we wandered in. Our expectations weren’t high: it looked like a sub-spoons look alike in some ways- but was actually quite pleasant, and clean inside. It’s attached to a hotel, but was definitely a pub. Our Guinness was fine, and we even managed a brief sit outside in sunshine.

Liberty’s Rock Cafe

Great Yarmouth:

We visited this twice, once at 11:30am, and once later in the evening. It was St Patrick’s day, and the landlady was suitably attired, but the first visit felt wrong: professional drinkers were in (we drank water & coke), and we’d had a walk through some of Gt Yarmouth’s less salubrious areas.

Later that day, we found ourselves back, and went back in, and celebrations were in full swing: a nice atmosphere, cheap Guinness, and the landlady welcomed us back- there was karaoke on with a suitably oirish theme (apparently, the landlord is Irish), and we happily stayed for a few pints…

The Yare

Brundall, Norfolk Broads:

Our nearest pub for a few days. The Tripadvisor reviews seemed to be polarised between shit and brilliant, but I can’t for the life of me think why; it is neither.

What it is is a fairly average traditional pub, with decent beer (3 ales), and a fairly extensive if unremarkable (in that it’s exactly what you’d expect) pub-food menu. The food itself is pretty good- home-cooked pie, for instance, and the beer was fine, as were the staff and prices, so there’s plenty to like here, even if it’s not incredible, it’s certainly not shit by a very long chalk.

Revisit: The Queens Hotel

Original post here.

We actually visited twice this day: once before our curry, and then, in the company of Andy, so we got to add it to #100pubs.

First visit wasn’t encouraging; the football was on the TV at stupid volume, and we gave up waiting to get served, bought beer from the Co-op, and headed for our curry early. Returning later, a party was in progress in the back, and the whole pub was rammed, but the atmosphere and the beer was good (and there were enough staff). I’ve never seen it so busy.