We like Bristol. We like the city, and what's in the city, and we like the pubs in the city. Our liking of the city is attributable to those things, in roughly that order. The sum of them are greater than the parts.
Actually, I never thought much about the city since I lived there, full time, for most of my adult life. There was no reason to leave it but I'd never really considered whether I liked the city. It was where my life was. Introducing S to Bristol made me see it in an entirely new light...and I got to like it more because of that.
Peterborough, on the other hand is a city we like to visit from time to time. The first time I went was because the guys were off to watch football (BHAFC and Peterborough being in the same league at the time). "It's always a good day out" saith he. This has a fairly specific meaning in the context...it means the travel from station to lunchtime pub, to football ground, to after match pub and back to station is a coherent series of pleasant strolls and that the fellow fans aren't too lairy when you're there.
I liked the very centre of the place that day because, even though I wasn't going to football there was just enough for me to explore over the course of a couple hours and it has a superb and photogenic cathedral.
On Saturday, we made the trip up for a pre-season friendly (BHAFC and Peterborough are no longer in the same league). We planned to visit two of the usual haunts and perhaps explore a couple of new ones...
The old haunts were great - Charters (a floating Oakham pub) was less busy than we expected and had a really good range of great beer and fabulous thai lunches. The Brewery Tap was much as we'd expect late on a Saturday night - noisy, crowded but excellent (Oakham) beers and a shared dish of good Thai noodles.
Ah but those were not the highlights of the day...
Our first after-match pint was about a 10 minute walk from the ground - The Coalheavers - it needed a bit of a spruce up (and if I'm honest I would have preferred the beer to be a couple of degrees colder) but the beer was good, the garden was pleasant and the young barman, who was taking a break and taking a phone call on his mobile out front when we left, stopped his conversation and thanked us for visiting as we left. That's classy.
The Isle of Purbeck and Milton beers were very pleasant too.
A further 10 minutes walk from the Coalheavers...(back towards town, which was welcome) we found The Palmerston Arms. Not very prepossessing from the front but what a find! Inside it was all proper pubby and next to no pumps on the bar, since most of the beer comes straight from the casks in the cellar which is situated immediately behind the bar. So, we placed our order and glanced at the mirror on the wall behind the bar. Only it wasn't a mirror...it was a window...a window into the cellar. What a simple, and great idea. The beers were in great condition (no, I can't remember what they were to be honest) and a lovely temperature.
If you've read any of my other posts in this blog, it'll not surprise you that this feature instantly got added to our wishlist for our fictional, perfect, pub.
There are at least another two pubs in The Guide and one or two other pubs that looked like they might be worth swinging by. Not that we needed any more beer...and I wouldn't have wanted to miss any of the pubs we went to.
But if you've got more capacity then Peterborough is definitely worth it for the pubs...but I'm not sure that there's all that much else to recommend it: the shopping centre has ruined the permeability of the city which makes it annoying to wander around and the ring road is hideous.
Nope - just go there for the pubs, that'll do.
Monday, 28 July 2014
Tuesday, 22 July 2014
Lack Lustre
More busy times and mainly drinking in the usual haunts of late.
Downlands Brewery continues to give glimpses of interest, and the occasional m'eh seasonal beer. A disappointing pint of Pele on a Saturday was followed by the altogether lovelier Day Tripper a few days later. Both of these drunk in the Dolphin, of course.
Don't get me wrong - I understand I'm not always going to like a brewer's new recipe so I'm happy to keep trying.
In a group trip for refreshment where more people wanted tea and cake than beer, we compromised in a cafe which had bottled HSB, which was a lot better than we expected - and Guinness in a can for one of our number. Then a weird thing happened. After pouring the Guinness out of the can, the barmaid then placed it on a strange contraption which conjured a creamy head. Our Guinness drinking buddy wasn't completely convinced by this dispense method which I now learn is the Guinness Surger...and it was as close to witchcraft as you can imagine.
Highlight of the past couple of weeks was probably the welcome addition of Dark Star APA in the Dolphin last Saturday when we need a quick fix of something lovely and nerve settling before an event.
Lowlight definitely a bad pint in the DewDrop, a pub which I had been warming to, of late. Actually it wasn't so much the badness of the pint (although it was rank)...but the initial reaction of the barman as I took it back. In reply to my "I'm sorry - but the beer's off" he said "let me just check" in a tone that suggested he didn't believe me. As he pulled a small amount into another glass and sniffed it I'm afraid I said in a slightly irritated tone "Trust me - this beer's off". To be fair, after that he was apologetic and gracious and happily got me a pint of something else (though he did try to choose it for me, which again irritated me) although even the replacement was a bit tired and murky.
Such a shame because the Dew Drop has really good days but we're less likely to keep trying it when even the best beer on offer is a bit tired.
Prize for consistency goes to Andy in the Crown in Eastbourne's Old Town. After (well, sort of during) the thunderstorms of Friday night, with S arriving on a train, we met in Crown for a couple of pints. His regular beers are Harveys Best, 6x and Hophead and he often has a guest on. So there's never much choice for me...but I don't mind because I think the Hophead is about as good as it gets anywhere (and that includes the Evening Star in Brighton) so it something I never tire of drinking. So it was on Friday - a lovely start to the weekend.
There's definitely room for more really good real ale pubs in Eastbourne...
Downlands Brewery continues to give glimpses of interest, and the occasional m'eh seasonal beer. A disappointing pint of Pele on a Saturday was followed by the altogether lovelier Day Tripper a few days later. Both of these drunk in the Dolphin, of course.
Don't get me wrong - I understand I'm not always going to like a brewer's new recipe so I'm happy to keep trying.
In a group trip for refreshment where more people wanted tea and cake than beer, we compromised in a cafe which had bottled HSB, which was a lot better than we expected - and Guinness in a can for one of our number. Then a weird thing happened. After pouring the Guinness out of the can, the barmaid then placed it on a strange contraption which conjured a creamy head. Our Guinness drinking buddy wasn't completely convinced by this dispense method which I now learn is the Guinness Surger...and it was as close to witchcraft as you can imagine.
Highlight of the past couple of weeks was probably the welcome addition of Dark Star APA in the Dolphin last Saturday when we need a quick fix of something lovely and nerve settling before an event.
Lowlight definitely a bad pint in the DewDrop, a pub which I had been warming to, of late. Actually it wasn't so much the badness of the pint (although it was rank)...but the initial reaction of the barman as I took it back. In reply to my "I'm sorry - but the beer's off" he said "let me just check" in a tone that suggested he didn't believe me. As he pulled a small amount into another glass and sniffed it I'm afraid I said in a slightly irritated tone "Trust me - this beer's off". To be fair, after that he was apologetic and gracious and happily got me a pint of something else (though he did try to choose it for me, which again irritated me) although even the replacement was a bit tired and murky.
Such a shame because the Dew Drop has really good days but we're less likely to keep trying it when even the best beer on offer is a bit tired.
Prize for consistency goes to Andy in the Crown in Eastbourne's Old Town. After (well, sort of during) the thunderstorms of Friday night, with S arriving on a train, we met in Crown for a couple of pints. His regular beers are Harveys Best, 6x and Hophead and he often has a guest on. So there's never much choice for me...but I don't mind because I think the Hophead is about as good as it gets anywhere (and that includes the Evening Star in Brighton) so it something I never tire of drinking. So it was on Friday - a lovely start to the weekend.
There's definitely room for more really good real ale pubs in Eastbourne...
Thursday, 10 July 2014
Drinks after work
I was working at the Wish Tower yesterday - just a couple of tours but since it means being on your feet for a few hours. So I was really pleased that one of the other volunteers came and helped out...and fancied a chat over a pint afterwards.
We usually go to the nearest pub, the Buccaneer, but as we both needed to eat we fancied a change. So we ended up in The Dolphin. Their beer selection can be a little bit dull from time to time but it's usually in good condition so it's always a good bet.
As we tipped up in the bar, I was beside myself with joy to see that they had Burning Sky Aurora which was a new (to me) beer from a familiar brewer. At 5.6% it needs to be treated with a bit of respect but by golly did it hit the spot.
We settled down in the sofas and ordered some food and enjoyed our beers (P was drinking Peroni, but I try not to hold that against him) and it was for all the world like proper after work drinks.
The Aurora was so good that I didn't even check the alternatives when choosing my second drink.
I do hope that the Dolphin continues to up their game because it's probably closest thing Eastbourne has to a proper craft ale and beer emporium.
Really good evening.
We usually go to the nearest pub, the Buccaneer, but as we both needed to eat we fancied a change. So we ended up in The Dolphin. Their beer selection can be a little bit dull from time to time but it's usually in good condition so it's always a good bet.
As we tipped up in the bar, I was beside myself with joy to see that they had Burning Sky Aurora which was a new (to me) beer from a familiar brewer. At 5.6% it needs to be treated with a bit of respect but by golly did it hit the spot.
We settled down in the sofas and ordered some food and enjoyed our beers (P was drinking Peroni, but I try not to hold that against him) and it was for all the world like proper after work drinks.
The Aurora was so good that I didn't even check the alternatives when choosing my second drink.
I do hope that the Dolphin continues to up their game because it's probably closest thing Eastbourne has to a proper craft ale and beer emporium.
Really good evening.
Thursday, 3 July 2014
Unskilled labour
Our discourse in a familiar pub might often revolve around why we like (or don't like) this and other pubs.
So it was on Sunday, in the Half Moon.
We're regularly irked by the people who cling around a bar obscuring the pumps and making it hard to get served. At the Half Moon, it's actually less of a problem than in other places since the bar staff are very good at serving through people and we're confident enough in the pub to inveigle our way to the bar in order to get a view at the pumps (oh, and there's also a handy board on the wall with an up to date list of beers and ciders).
There was one chap on a stool with a small dog on a long lead, and this was a bit more annoying than the usual run of bar clingers...mostly because I wasn't sure I could deliver beer from the bar without tripping over the diminutive mutt...and the chap was making absolutely no effort to get his dog out of my way.
So, I was rolling my eyes and gritting my teeth by the time I got to the table S was sitting at and he nodded in silent understanding.
But, that did at least prompt conversation about how the very busy pubs we like deal with the vast numbers of people, including bar clingers.
A little bit of it is organizational - bar not too big, or too small, bar kept uncluttered, etc...
But for the most part the real thing is bar staff. Those who pay attention to the queue and know who is where in it. Those who make eye contact and let you know they'll be with you in a second when they're finishing dealing with another customer. Then there are those who have almost super-human powers of lip-reading, simultaneous-multiple-pint-pouring and other skills not apparently available in other walks of life.
So, please don't think of bar-keeping as unskilled labour - and make sure you appreciate those who do it well.
So it was on Sunday, in the Half Moon.
We're regularly irked by the people who cling around a bar obscuring the pumps and making it hard to get served. At the Half Moon, it's actually less of a problem than in other places since the bar staff are very good at serving through people and we're confident enough in the pub to inveigle our way to the bar in order to get a view at the pumps (oh, and there's also a handy board on the wall with an up to date list of beers and ciders).
There was one chap on a stool with a small dog on a long lead, and this was a bit more annoying than the usual run of bar clingers...mostly because I wasn't sure I could deliver beer from the bar without tripping over the diminutive mutt...and the chap was making absolutely no effort to get his dog out of my way.
So, I was rolling my eyes and gritting my teeth by the time I got to the table S was sitting at and he nodded in silent understanding.
But, that did at least prompt conversation about how the very busy pubs we like deal with the vast numbers of people, including bar clingers.
A little bit of it is organizational - bar not too big, or too small, bar kept uncluttered, etc...
But for the most part the real thing is bar staff. Those who pay attention to the queue and know who is where in it. Those who make eye contact and let you know they'll be with you in a second when they're finishing dealing with another customer. Then there are those who have almost super-human powers of lip-reading, simultaneous-multiple-pint-pouring and other skills not apparently available in other walks of life.
So, please don't think of bar-keeping as unskilled labour - and make sure you appreciate those who do it well.
Monday, 30 June 2014
So have you blogged recently?
...S asked me yesterday.
The answer was "no".
Partly because I've been dashing between residences, partly because I've been tied up with a few projects in Eastbourne and partly because beer had been very much "some ol', same ol'" for a little while.
Still, we went on holiday in Appledore in Devon which was sooooo nearly the perfect place that it hurt. Why was it not perfect?
Well, the walking wasn't terribly interesting for one - there was a dearth of footpaths and there's only so many times you want to walk up and down a railway path.
The other reason were the pubs - of which there were six (of which we tried five). They were fine. But that's all and that's really quite sad.
There was real ale in all the pubs we did try - but for the most part it was the Otter, St Austell, Sharps triumvirate you inevitably get in the area with only rarely a ray of something a little more unusual - viz Clearwater Brewery "Real Smiler".
The one pleasant surprise was in Appledore's "posh" pub - The Seagate. This is one of the places that served the Smiler. The second time we went in, the young chap who served us said "ooh - that's just gone off, hang on a second and I'll change the barrel". Now, this is usually a bad sign since we don't really approved of serving beer back-to-back once a cask has emptied...so I stood with trepidation waiting for him to come back. He pulled about five or six pints through the pump, then carefully drew a half, put it on the bar and watched it clear. Then he sniffed it, swished it and tried it.
Only then did he draw our two pints and apologised for keeping us waiting. The beer was perfect.
Real Smiler isn't a truly great beer, it's a nice beer. But it was probably the best beer we had all week.
Is it really so hard to get something different on a bar with four pumps?
Actually, we noticed that the beer that seemed to sell best was Doom Bar. We guessed it's a little like the "Harveys" effect in Eastbourne - it's what people know, and what they like. There's no crime in that, but as S is wont to say "It's a bit like paying to see your wife's knees".
Getting back to civilisation, I started to catch up with my blog reading and stumbled on this blog and it pretty much sums it up for me. And we've been to that neck of the woods and I know what she means...
If you've read other posts in this blog - you'll not be surprised to learn that, whilst under the influence, S & I spent quite a lot of time musing whether we could set up a pub in Appledore with a better range of beer. I mean...how hard can it be?
The answer was "no".
Partly because I've been dashing between residences, partly because I've been tied up with a few projects in Eastbourne and partly because beer had been very much "some ol', same ol'" for a little while.
Still, we went on holiday in Appledore in Devon which was sooooo nearly the perfect place that it hurt. Why was it not perfect?
Well, the walking wasn't terribly interesting for one - there was a dearth of footpaths and there's only so many times you want to walk up and down a railway path.
The other reason were the pubs - of which there were six (of which we tried five). They were fine. But that's all and that's really quite sad.
There was real ale in all the pubs we did try - but for the most part it was the Otter, St Austell, Sharps triumvirate you inevitably get in the area with only rarely a ray of something a little more unusual - viz Clearwater Brewery "Real Smiler".
The one pleasant surprise was in Appledore's "posh" pub - The Seagate. This is one of the places that served the Smiler. The second time we went in, the young chap who served us said "ooh - that's just gone off, hang on a second and I'll change the barrel". Now, this is usually a bad sign since we don't really approved of serving beer back-to-back once a cask has emptied...so I stood with trepidation waiting for him to come back. He pulled about five or six pints through the pump, then carefully drew a half, put it on the bar and watched it clear. Then he sniffed it, swished it and tried it.
Only then did he draw our two pints and apologised for keeping us waiting. The beer was perfect.
Real Smiler isn't a truly great beer, it's a nice beer. But it was probably the best beer we had all week.
Is it really so hard to get something different on a bar with four pumps?
Actually, we noticed that the beer that seemed to sell best was Doom Bar. We guessed it's a little like the "Harveys" effect in Eastbourne - it's what people know, and what they like. There's no crime in that, but as S is wont to say "It's a bit like paying to see your wife's knees".
Getting back to civilisation, I started to catch up with my blog reading and stumbled on this blog and it pretty much sums it up for me. And we've been to that neck of the woods and I know what she means...
If you've read other posts in this blog - you'll not be surprised to learn that, whilst under the influence, S & I spent quite a lot of time musing whether we could set up a pub in Appledore with a better range of beer. I mean...how hard can it be?
Thursday, 22 May 2014
The Good, the Bad and the downright annoying
OK - I'll start with the last one first and it relates to beer in no way whatsoever, unless you think my frustration might have been heightened by my urge to get back to Hitchin for a nice pint...
...I'd spent just the day in Eastbourne for an hour's light housework, a community project meeting and a catch up with fellow community-project-eer. I caught the Victoria train from Eastbourne at 5pm and it was a reasonable enough journey...right up until the point we alighted at London Victoria.
All the badly behaved, twattish, irritating people in the entire universe had congregated there solely for the purpose of making the next stage of the journey a complete nightmare.
From the usual thoughtless trolley-bag draggers who seem to have no sense of how their swerving affects people around them walking in a straight line...to the people who know the ticket barrier is coming up but don't even think about getting their ticket out UNTIL THEY ARE BLOCKING ONE OR MORE BARRIERS to those that stop abruptly at the top or bottom of escalators and stairs to pick up/put down their wretched trolley bag thereby completely disrupting everyone behind them...
But worse than that yesterday were people like the cyclist who both queue-jumped the manual ticket barrier queue and proceeded to try and elbow me out of the way in order to get in front of me and everyone else...well, I say elbow...I mean handlebar (I mean it doesn't help that there are days when the Victoria Mainline station ticket barriers just don't seem to work properly at all and all you can hear is the beep of rejected tickets, and the ensuing colourful language as everyone joins the manual barrer...AGAIN). And then there was the chap who fairly loudly announced to his companion that the best bit of the underground platform to stand on is the bit exactly where the doors to the train are so you can be first on (f*ck those trying to get off, eh?). Yes, it's just possible I derived far too much pleasure from ensuring that neither of these idiot people benefited from their twattish behaviour...but that's not the point, is it?
Oddly, you don't seem to get this level of bad behaviour at Kings Cross... demographics or station design, I wonder.
Anyway...once I finally got to Kings Cross (narrowly missing one train) I had a pleasant journey back to Hitchin and we decided we'd give the Radcliffe another try. The last time we walked in there there had only been stout on the bar, which is a pretty bad show for a GBG pub - I tweeted them to berate them later and got a bit of a token apology with an inferred "it's not our fault, we don't sell enough beer". So we weren't confident we wouldn't have a repeat performance. Thankfully, two Buntingford beers were on (Britannia and Twitchell) and were in good condition. The food, as ever, was lovely and it made a good end to the day.
Ooh - another good was a surprise trip to the Highlander for a pint last Sunday to catch the tail end of what seems to have been a jolly good beer festival. Well done, chaps.
Lastly, the bad. It's not a surprising bad, but a bad nonetheless. Last weekend we went into the Bricklayers and had a couple of pints. I had been eyeing up the Charles Wells "DNA" beer for a couple of visits and finally though that I should stop being sniffy about it and actually try it. Yuk :-(
Ah well, at least I can now be rude about it from a position of knowledge, rather than prejudice...every cloud, eh?
...I'd spent just the day in Eastbourne for an hour's light housework, a community project meeting and a catch up with fellow community-project-eer. I caught the Victoria train from Eastbourne at 5pm and it was a reasonable enough journey...right up until the point we alighted at London Victoria.
All the badly behaved, twattish, irritating people in the entire universe had congregated there solely for the purpose of making the next stage of the journey a complete nightmare.
From the usual thoughtless trolley-bag draggers who seem to have no sense of how their swerving affects people around them walking in a straight line...to the people who know the ticket barrier is coming up but don't even think about getting their ticket out UNTIL THEY ARE BLOCKING ONE OR MORE BARRIERS to those that stop abruptly at the top or bottom of escalators and stairs to pick up/put down their wretched trolley bag thereby completely disrupting everyone behind them...
But worse than that yesterday were people like the cyclist who both queue-jumped the manual ticket barrier queue and proceeded to try and elbow me out of the way in order to get in front of me and everyone else...well, I say elbow...I mean handlebar (I mean it doesn't help that there are days when the Victoria Mainline station ticket barriers just don't seem to work properly at all and all you can hear is the beep of rejected tickets, and the ensuing colourful language as everyone joins the manual barrer...AGAIN). And then there was the chap who fairly loudly announced to his companion that the best bit of the underground platform to stand on is the bit exactly where the doors to the train are so you can be first on (f*ck those trying to get off, eh?). Yes, it's just possible I derived far too much pleasure from ensuring that neither of these idiot people benefited from their twattish behaviour...but that's not the point, is it?
Oddly, you don't seem to get this level of bad behaviour at Kings Cross... demographics or station design, I wonder.
Anyway...once I finally got to Kings Cross (narrowly missing one train) I had a pleasant journey back to Hitchin and we decided we'd give the Radcliffe another try. The last time we walked in there there had only been stout on the bar, which is a pretty bad show for a GBG pub - I tweeted them to berate them later and got a bit of a token apology with an inferred "it's not our fault, we don't sell enough beer". So we weren't confident we wouldn't have a repeat performance. Thankfully, two Buntingford beers were on (Britannia and Twitchell) and were in good condition. The food, as ever, was lovely and it made a good end to the day.
Ooh - another good was a surprise trip to the Highlander for a pint last Sunday to catch the tail end of what seems to have been a jolly good beer festival. Well done, chaps.
Lastly, the bad. It's not a surprising bad, but a bad nonetheless. Last weekend we went into the Bricklayers and had a couple of pints. I had been eyeing up the Charles Wells "DNA" beer for a couple of visits and finally though that I should stop being sniffy about it and actually try it. Yuk :-(
Ah well, at least I can now be rude about it from a position of knowledge, rather than prejudice...every cloud, eh?
Monday, 28 April 2014
Long Time no Write
I've been frantically busy for the last couple of weeks on a community project that is properly coming to fruition now. Also, S & I decided it was high time to sort out some Eastbourne domestic bits and pieces so we've spent a jolly couple of days in and around the house getting things done.
I've not sworn off the stuff of malt and hops, though and the time has been spent in a variety of pubs - including one new one and I can report (in no particular order) that:
- The Half Moon in Hitchin can shift a LOT of beer in a festival. Howard put on about 60 beers (so that's 60 x 9 gallons = 540 x 8 pints) starting last Thursday and by the time we were able to pop in yesterday afternoon...there was pretty much nothing left. Respect, Howard and Wendy.
Oddly the slight tinge of disappointment that there was little unusual beer to choose from (the normal bar had a full range, of course) was balanced with the delight that the pub was nice and quiet and allowed us a couple of games of Battleline over our beers.
- The Bricklayers (also in Hitchin) continues to have so much potential...but misses it almost every time. We could only manage one pint in there yesterday because the beer simply wasn't very good. Can't tell if it was tired or just not very good but it was a struggle to finish before we sloped off home.
- You can tire of Harveys so it's good to be able to rely on a couple of different pubs in Eastbourne to supply something different to try. It was nice to stumble on a joint Eagle/Dewdrop beer festival and try a few new beers. Nicely done, folks.
- I've now managed to try some Burning Sky beer from the cask - two in fact. Both excellent. Both unsurprisingly reminiscent of Dark Star brews. More strength to your elbow, sir.
- Someone in Eastbourne is talking about wanting to start a food and drink festival...as I chip into the conversation, all I can think about is how to shoehorn beer in as often as possible. Ah well.
- I think my very favourite Friday evening in Eastbourne is an early evening trip to the Eastern Wok - quite possibly the best restaurant in Eastbourne - followed by a couple of pints almost-next-door in The Crown. It means we eat well (which we're quite bad at doing sometimes), then we enjoy really good beer (not much choice but what there is often drawn by gravity) and only have to walk for about 8 minutes in order to reach bed.
Simple things for a simple woman.
I've not sworn off the stuff of malt and hops, though and the time has been spent in a variety of pubs - including one new one and I can report (in no particular order) that:
- The Half Moon in Hitchin can shift a LOT of beer in a festival. Howard put on about 60 beers (so that's 60 x 9 gallons = 540 x 8 pints) starting last Thursday and by the time we were able to pop in yesterday afternoon...there was pretty much nothing left. Respect, Howard and Wendy.
Oddly the slight tinge of disappointment that there was little unusual beer to choose from (the normal bar had a full range, of course) was balanced with the delight that the pub was nice and quiet and allowed us a couple of games of Battleline over our beers.
- The Bricklayers (also in Hitchin) continues to have so much potential...but misses it almost every time. We could only manage one pint in there yesterday because the beer simply wasn't very good. Can't tell if it was tired or just not very good but it was a struggle to finish before we sloped off home.
- You can tire of Harveys so it's good to be able to rely on a couple of different pubs in Eastbourne to supply something different to try. It was nice to stumble on a joint Eagle/Dewdrop beer festival and try a few new beers. Nicely done, folks.
- I've now managed to try some Burning Sky beer from the cask - two in fact. Both excellent. Both unsurprisingly reminiscent of Dark Star brews. More strength to your elbow, sir.
- Someone in Eastbourne is talking about wanting to start a food and drink festival...as I chip into the conversation, all I can think about is how to shoehorn beer in as often as possible. Ah well.
- I think my very favourite Friday evening in Eastbourne is an early evening trip to the Eastern Wok - quite possibly the best restaurant in Eastbourne - followed by a couple of pints almost-next-door in The Crown. It means we eat well (which we're quite bad at doing sometimes), then we enjoy really good beer (not much choice but what there is often drawn by gravity) and only have to walk for about 8 minutes in order to reach bed.
Simple things for a simple woman.
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