Our attention is turning to long, boozy afternoons in the sunshine so I decided it should be my mission to find the perfect beer garden.
“How can I make your day better with beer?”
Every drinker likes a BOGOF offer, so I think it’s only fair I get in on the action.
Sometimes you just walk into a pub and know it’s going to be fun. And this one kept me entertained until the end.
You don’t need me to tell you this pub serves up magnificent food. But is it any good for a drink?
Anyone after a good night out won’t go too far wrong with a trot to this pub.
I’m not quite sure what it says about us as a society that these days this village has three chip shops, two Co-ops but just one pub.
Sometimes a drink costs the sort of silly money that makes you question whether you should neck it or insure it.
I must admit to getting pangs of barfly envy at this pub.
I’m not sure I’ve ever been so pleased to see a rat in a pub.
For this week’s pint, I thought it was time I took a trip back to a place I’d not visited for at least 20 years.
Arguably in one of the most picturesque settings, the pictures inside this pub aren’t bad either.
Walking into the Plough Inn was like taking a trip back in time. A time I miss.
I wasn’t sure what to expect when I walked into this bar, and I’m not sure I was much wiser 10 minutes later.
I’d not even made it to the bar at the Whichcote Arms before I was having my groin sniffed and I should have expected nothing less.
Stepping into Upstairs at the Embassy you could be mistaken for thinking you Quantum Leaped into the body of an extra in The Only Way Is Essex.
You can pretty much guess at what will be inside a pub by looking at the outside – or can you?
When telling friends I’d be kicking my heels for an hour or so in an upcoming evening, one piped up with ‘you really ought to try the Red Lion’.
Have you ever found yourself asking a lady to go to the toilets and take a very specific photograph for you?
Stumbling across a good pub by accident is one of life's pleasures.