Category Archives: Portland Street Pedestrians

The Roman Bath is not a pub I’ve spent a lot of time in, and looks to con­tinue that way.  An unin­spir­ing choice of beers, redeemed only by a nice Old Mill. There was a rock band of old-timers set­ting … Con­tinue read­ing →

Well, not exactly beat­ing the bounds, but cross­ing the patch, start­ing from the Swan, already busy at 7,30 on a Thursday even­ing, both rooms and the lobby well filled and com­fort­able.  Saltaire Blonde went down very well. A short ramble … Con­tinue read­ing →

On enter­ing the Volun­teer we were struck imme­di­ately by the won­der­ful array of hand pumps at the back of the bar counter — so much to choose from — and a pint of Wharfedale Brewery’s York­shire Gold went down very … Con­tinue read­ing →

Some weeks ago now, but little will have changed, I believe.  The Slip, on Clem­enthorpe, is a most pleas­ant and wel­com­ing place to visit these days — the Ilkley Bit­ter is much to be recom­men­ded.    The snicket through the … Con­tinue read­ing →

Start at the Shoulder of Mut­ton on Heworth Green.  A fine pint of   York­shire Heart bit­ter  from Nun Monk­ton. They seemed to do a good saus­age and mash too. At the Tap and Spile, the unseason­able weather allowed us … Con­tinue read­ing →

Thursday night at The Beeswing — very crowded with all sorts includ­ing lots of stu­dents, being so handy for the Uni­ver­sity.  Reason — Quiz night.  For­tu­nately we were able to huddle in a quiet corner and sup our loc­ally brewed … Con­tinue read­ing →

“The Light Horse­man” had some good cask beers, seem­ingly a much bet­ter choice than when I was last there (about 5 years ago !) and at least one music track exhor­ted us to twist again like we did last sum­mer” … Con­tinue read­ing →

The slip­pin’ and slidin’ was between ven­ues, as we braved the sub-zero tem­per­at­ures, snow and ice to carry out essen­tial research.  The Punch-Bowl on Stone­g­ate has a pan­elled sort of char­ac­ter, and a war­ren of rooms and spaces the fur­ther … Con­tinue read­ing →

Con­sid­er­ing that the last place vis­ited by this log was Paris, Don­caster is up against strong com­pet­i­tion — and comes nowhere.  The Frenchg­ate centre in the even­ing is like vis­it­ing a world where all human life has evap­or­ated — and … Con­tinue read­ing →