tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62622120445722473492024-02-18T21:10:15.028-08:00Alan Burnett's Great Yorkshire PubsAlan Burnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01015127443616786425noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262212044572247349.post-49347964480298986252016-01-05T03:17:00.005-08:002016-01-05T03:17:59.654-08:00The Albion Brewery, Whitechapel, London<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Youth is a time for falling in love. Whilst middle age can be devoted to fame and fortune and old age to remembering where you left your false teeth: youth is the time to open your heart to passion. As a young man I fell in love with breweries. I realise that this may make me sound a little odd, but there is something about breweries - the sensuous curves of the mash tubs, the promise of pleasures to come, the light headed response to those special aromas. Whist my peers were lusting over whatever pop princess or film starlet was in fashion at the time, I was out taking photographs of breweries. </div>
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I was reminded of this youthful eccentricity only yesterday as I scanned some old negatives I shot in the 1970s which feature the old Albion Brewery on the Whitechapel Road in London. It was - and to a much lesser extent, still is - a magnificent building which displays much of the grandiosity of nineteenth century brewery architecture. This was a time when both brewers and breweries were getting bigger and anxious to display their commercial superiority (in sharp contrast, it must be said to today when brewing is returning to its small-scale roots). Some of the old Albion Brewery still exists - the fancy bits have been converted into desirable residences whilst the boring bits have been converted into a Sainsbury's Supermarket.</div>
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To get a feel of the old brewery at the hight of its fame, when it was the commercial home of Mssrs Mann, Crossman and Paulin, you need to turn to that bible of brewerama - Alfred Barnard's "The Noted Breweries Of Great Britain and Ireland (1889-91)". Barnard devotes three chapters to the Albion Brewery - here is just a short extract:</div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>"Breweries have certain peculiarities in their external appearance, whereby they are easily distinguishable from any other industries. They are mostly lofty buildings with tall chimney shafts and large windows, and from the ventilating louvres of the edifice there is generally issuing forth a cloud of steam from the boiling wort and hops, which fills the air with a most healthful and appetising odour. This establishment was no exception to the rule, and its buildings form a conspicuous object in the locality. It is situated in the Mile End Road, close to the old turn-pike gate, and covers nearly five acres of ground. In olden times the brewery was almost hidden from the public road, for where is now the noble entrance and spacious courtyard in front of the brewery, formerly stood a row of alms-houses, next to which was the counting house, brewery-tap and the "Blind Beggar" public house, the latter still in existence"</i></span></div>
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Barnard was well into his fifties when he wrote this, but still you can detect that youthful passion that we both obviously shared. Whilst it will be a long time before I will ever bring myself to mourn the standardised and anodyne output of those grand nineteenth century breweries, the buildings had a magnificence without equal in the world of today.</div>
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<br />Alan Burnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01015127443616786425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262212044572247349.post-46003887050084324722015-08-26T03:53:00.001-07:002015-08-26T03:53:49.779-07:00Picture A Pub : The Richard Oastler, Brighouse<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Alan Burnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01015127443616786425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262212044572247349.post-5653783984882691122015-07-06T01:44:00.000-07:002015-07-06T01:44:10.269-07:00A Year Of Beer 14 : The Oak Wheel, Burniston<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Oak Wheel, Coastal Road, Burniston, Scarborough</div>
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Pleasant village pub in Burniston, which is a few miles north of Scarborough on the Yorkshire coast. At one time there were pubs like this in most villages but they are increasingly becoming a rarity. It survives by doing what such pubs need to do these days - a few rooms, a lot of food, a quiz or two - and doing it rather well. We ate there and the food was excellent. We drank there and the drink was well kept and reasonably varied. I washed my steak down with a pint of Timothy Taylors' Landlord - always a safe pair of hands in foreign parts.</div>
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The Black Horse, Church Street, Whitby</div>
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This is the kind of pub an old beer-head like me dreams about when he goes to sleep at night. Dripping with history band real ale, preserved but not picked in aspic, as dark as a Whitby Goth and a shining beacon of what an old English pub can be like. There has probably been a pub here for 800 years or so and there is a good deal of the structure of the current building than can take you back four or five hundred years. There is some fascinating history associated with the place - I particularly love the story of the scan of having two inns with similar names in the same street - but there is little fun in reading such things in the sterility of an on-line context. Go there, get a pint, and soak it all in. I did and the pint in question was a pint of Flipside Brewery's Farthing Mild. Pub, drink, location .... the stuff of dreams.</div>
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The Feathers Hotel / The Pickwick Bar. Market Place, Helmsley, North Yorkshire</div>
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These are two adjacent buildings now united as the Feathers Hotel and the Pickwick Bar. The hotel was originally a private house before becoming a coaching inn whilst its neighbour is an old cottage, supposedly one of the oldest domestic buildings in this small North Yorkshire town. Some of the panelling is said to have come from Helmsley Castle and both the bar and the hotel are full of work by Robert Thompson, the famous Mouseman of Kilburn. An internal door allows you to move from the more formal hotel to the more drink-friendly bar without having to leave the building. I carried through a pint of the locally brewed Howardian Gold, and having drunk it, I'm glad I did.</div>
Alan Burnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01015127443616786425noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262212044572247349.post-84101675264334917372015-06-27T09:54:00.000-07:002015-06-27T09:54:55.474-07:00A Year Of Beer 11 : The Blake Hotel, Sheffield<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Blake Hotel, Blake Street, Walkley, Sheffield</div>
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I can just about remember this back street pub from when I lived in Sheffield thirty or so years ago. I can certainly remember Blake Street which rises with almost Everest ambition from the valley bottom. These days the Blake Hotel has been transformed into a remarkably good real ale pub that is a delight to visit. Add to that the fact that it is my son and daughters' favourite local and it means you have good views, good beer and the best of company. To get back to their house afterwards you have to climb up another near-versicle hillside which means that the pub deserves sponsorship by the Cardiovascular Service of the NHS. To tackle the walk home I took on a fair amount of anaesthetic and I am a little confused as to what kind it was! I think it was Acorn Brewery's Blonde, if I am wrong, I apologise to the wronged beer. Whatever it was, it helped me get up the hill home.</div>
Alan Burnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01015127443616786425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262212044572247349.post-69544481978688234072015-06-27T09:35:00.001-07:002015-06-27T09:35:48.300-07:00A Year Of Beer 10 : The Plasterers Arms, Winchcombe<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Plasterers Arms, Abbey Terrace, Winchcombe, Gloucestershire</div>
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The books say that you cannot miss the Plasterers Arms in Winchcombe as it stands on the busy main road. When we called there, they had dug the main road up and to get to the pub you had to fight your way through belching tarmac spreaders and bobbing JCB diggers. It was worth it, however (in truth, few pubs aren't), as it is a friendly enough place with a range of real ales and non bank-breaking dishes. The "Arms" referred to - and reproduced on the inn sign - are the coat of arms of the Worshipfull Company Of Plaisterers and a plaisterer was nothing more or less than a plasterer (albeit a posh sounding one). The Worshipful Company go back to the sixteenth century and the old inn to the seventeenth. The thoroughly enjoyable pint of HPA (Hereford Pale Ale) probably only went back a few weeks but was none the less refreshing.</div>
Alan Burnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01015127443616786425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262212044572247349.post-5978911967518212412015-06-27T09:18:00.000-07:002015-06-27T09:18:42.276-07:00A Year Of Beer 9 : The Old Lodge, Minchinhampton<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Old Lodge, Minchinhampton Common, Stroud</div>
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Tuesday 23 June 2015</div>
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You can have a meal in the dining room of the Old Lodge, which is stuck in the middle of Minchinhampton Common, sat in a large dining room with plate glass windows overlooking the common where cows and horses wander freely. If you are having a steak - which I was - a cow can graze its way right up to your table and pass the time of day with its Auntie Mabel. With that kind of experience you need a decent pint of beer and the Tom Long, which comes from the local Stroud Brewery, is more than decent. And who, I can hear you asking, was Tom Long? Well he may or may not have been a local highwayman who may or may not have been hung from a scaffold at the crossroads on Minchinhampton Common. Who cares?</div>
Alan Burnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01015127443616786425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262212044572247349.post-33597958018075328752015-06-27T05:50:00.003-07:002015-06-27T05:50:54.116-07:00A Year Of Beer 8 : The Cat and Custard Pot, Shipton Moyne<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Cat and Custard Pot, The Street, Shipton Moyne, Gloucestershire</div>
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Tuesday 23 June 2015</div>
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Lovely country pub in the middle of a lovely country village, serving lovely country food .... well, you get the idea. It's the kind of place that you would want to take a visitor from overseas to let them experience what they think an English pub is like (although I am not sure that it is what an English pub is typically like). It would be nice if the name stretched back to antiquity but it was the idea of a Brewery marketing department back in the 1920s. But the building is real enough, and so was the beer. It was a pint of very refreshing Wickwar Bob : there is no better word for it - lovely.</div>
Alan Burnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01015127443616786425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262212044572247349.post-68752998074538288912015-06-27T05:26:00.000-07:002015-06-27T05:26:23.605-07:00A Year Of Beer 7 : The Gaskell Arms Hotel, Much Wenlock<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Gaskell Arms Hotel, High Street, Much Wenlock, Shropshire</div>
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An old coaching inn, bits of which date back to the seventeenth century, although the current frontage is late eighteenth century. It has still got a bit of a coaching inn feel to it, situated at a busy crossroads in this lovely old town which, somewhat bizarrely, claims to be the birthplace of the modern Olympic movement. We spent the night there and after a pint or three of Wye Valley Butty Bach I wasn't sure if I was going to wake up to find my Toyota Auris in the car park or a coach and team of six. It was, I am pleased to report, the former rather than the latter.</div>
Alan Burnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01015127443616786425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262212044572247349.post-32283684039714994532015-06-27T05:03:00.000-07:002015-06-27T05:03:25.255-07:00A Year Of Beer 6 : The Loggerheads, Shrewsbury<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Loggerheads, Church Street, Shrewsbury</div>
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Saturday 20 June 2015</div>
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What a delightful old pub this was - real pub, real ale, real atmosphere. The building dates back to the second half of the seventeenth century and it has been a pub since the 1780s. It has gone through more names than is good for it - The Greyhound, the Horse and Jockey, The Lord Hill, The General Lord Hill (a promotion, no doubt), and the Shrewsbury Arms - before adopting what had in fact been its nickname for centuries - The Loggerheads. It would appear that the name comes from the three leopard heads that appear on the coat of arms of Shrewsbury, but you will believe anything you read after a pint or two. The pint in question was Boondoggle from Ringwood Brewery.</div>
Alan Burnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01015127443616786425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262212044572247349.post-85152818175891149992015-06-19T01:06:00.002-07:002015-06-19T01:06:46.259-07:00A Year Of Beer 5 : The William Wilberforce, Hull<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Alan Burnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01015127443616786425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262212044572247349.post-79172335523559853982015-06-19T00:51:00.000-07:002015-06-19T00:51:22.958-07:00A Year Of Beer 4 : Ye Olde Black Boy, Hull<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A courtyard pub that hides away behind the facade of a firm of solicitors. It has no reason to be so shy, as it is a pleasant enough place which not only serves a good variety of real ales but provides a decent lunch as well. My lunch was fish and chips (what else can you eat in one of Europe's great fishing ports?) and my drink was a pint of Leeds Pale.</div>
Alan Burnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01015127443616786425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262212044572247349.post-54831577133805392372015-06-19T00:13:00.000-07:002015-06-19T00:13:33.260-07:00A Year Of Beer : 2. Ye Olde White Harte, Hull<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ye Olde White Harte. 25, Silver Street, Hull</div>
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Ridiculously old courtyard pub - the kind of place that in any other country would have a visitors' centre and a whole tourist infrastructure constructed around it. But in Hull it still sits half-hidden away, the wood-panelled rooms waiting to entice you in from the busy shopping street at the end of the passage. Endless tales surround the building, some of which have more than a fair share of imagination added. The English Civil War was supposedly plotted in the upstairs room (when it was the house of the Governor of York), a mysterious skull is on display in one of the bars, and, of course, there is the obligatory collection of ghosts. In some ways it was sad to see such a fine old inn so quiet, but the peace and quiet made it much easier to soak up the atmosphere. In addition to the atmosphere, I managed to soak up a pint of rather tasty Flying Scotsman beer from the Caledonian Brewery.</div>
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The first Punch hotel was built on this site in 1845. The present building -0 which is Grade II listed - was built for the Hull Brewery Co. in 1895.</div>
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Alan Burnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01015127443616786425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262212044572247349.post-6700464840635087122015-06-17T08:14:00.002-07:002015-06-18T23:38:30.464-07:00A Year Of Beer - Near Misses : 17 June 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Sadly, I did not have time to call in - but I have called in before - <span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://greatyorkshirepubs.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/30%20Old%20Ship%20Inn%20Brighouse">SEE MY BLOGPOST ON THE OLD SHIP</a> </span>- and I hope to go in again well before the end of my year's odyssey. But a photograph will have to do for the time being.</div>
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Another pub I am familiar with and another pub I have written about before - <a href="http://newsfromnowhere1948.blogspot.co.uk/2010/09/pub-crawl-1-black-bull-brighouse.html"><span style="font-size: x-small;">SEE MY NEWS FROM NOWHERE POST ON THE BLACK BULL</span></a>. I am pleased to report that the Bull is still going strong. This is another case of a pub which I am determined to promote to the main list before the year is out.</div>
Alan Burnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01015127443616786425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262212044572247349.post-27746334940102616402015-06-17T08:05:00.000-07:002015-06-17T08:05:33.042-07:00A Year Of Beer : 1 The Richard Oastler, Brighouse<div style="text-align: justify;">
<i><span style="color: #660000;">It is my birthday today and, yet again, I found myself musing on that great paradox one has to face as one gets old - so many pubs unvisited and so little time left. With this in mind I have decided to keep an on-line log of all the different pubs I can manage to visit before my next birthday. In addition to the main category (where I can claim to have actually visited the pub) there will be a subsidiary listing of "near misses" - pubs I have only managed to pause at long enough to take a photograph rather than sample the fare. There is nothing in the rules to say that at some stage I cannot translate a near miss into an actual visit. What is the point of all this you may ask? The answer, of course, is there is absolutely no point at all - the common denominator of all great ventures. I am starting on my birthday with one of the nearest pubs which is just down the road from where I live. We will pause to assess my progress a year from now.</span></i></div>
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A wonderfully converted Methodist Church with all that you will expect from a Wetherspoon house - great real ales, cheap food and drink, and the atmosphere of a works canteen. I have already written a little about the history of this fine building - <a href="http://greatyorkshirepubs.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/15%20Richard%20Oastler%20Brighouse"><span style="font-size: x-small;">SEE MY LISTING UNDER GREAT YORKSHIRE PUBS</span></a> - so I will not repeat myself here. However I would like to note in passing a well-kept pint of Exmoor Gold ale, and the always pleasant company of my Good Lady Wife.</div>
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<br />Alan Burnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01015127443616786425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262212044572247349.post-1876961117451352002015-01-13T06:57:00.000-08:002015-01-13T06:57:51.450-08:00Some Thoughts On The Old Cock Inn, Halifax<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It is easy to be sniffy about the Old Cock in Halifax. It is, after all, one of the most historic inns in the Halifax area. History drips from its beams like wax dripping from a museum candle. It's been listed, researched, inspected and written about so often that you couldn't blame it if it had a superiority complex. The Halifax Building Society was founded there and endless luminaries have supped ale whilst leaning against the bar or sipped tea whilst sat at one of its tables. It can trace its origins to a town house built in the sixteenth century and it has been an inn for the last 350 years. In an age where the average fast food outlet is considered historic if it lasts a decade, that isn't bad at all. The Old Cock is part of the heritage of anyone who claims to come from Halifax, part of their history.</div>
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And yet the Old Cock survives by selling cheap lager and playing loud music. In the coming weeks you can hear Boneshaker, the Crush and the Marauders there: all no doubt excellent exponents of their musical art, but hardly likely to create that contemplative atmosphere so beloved by pubophiles. But those, like myself, who enjoy nothing better than a tasty pint, a comfy chair and a strong enough light to read a good book by, never managed to get the Old Cock to thrive, and a couple of years ago it was looking sad, unloved and for sale. The prospect of the Old Cock dying was a distinct possibility and that would have been tragedy of Shakespearean proportions (which reminds me that the Shakespeare Hotel just down the street from the Old Cock has now become an Italian Restaurant but that is a different Blog Post).</div>
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Two hundred years ago a new inn was built in the West Yorkshire village of Bailiff Bridge. It was a lucky location, a few years after the Bailiff Bridge Inn was built the new Bradford - Huddersfield Turnpike Road was laid-out at its doors. For the best part of that two hundred years the pub prospered - and at some stage it changed its name to the Punch Bowl Hotel - attracting customers travelling along the new road and from the mills which were built at the intersection of two important roads. Behind the pub were stables and at one time the hotel shared the premises with Greenwoods Shaving Saloon. The Shaving Saloon closed many years ago, as did the stables and now the pub has gone the same way. The building remains, it is the headquarters of a pest control company. But that seems a sad end to what was once a thriving local inn.</div>
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