Ho ho ho and merry Christmas! And what better place to round off the 100 bars at this time of year than The Christmas Steps?
We often end up going to bars well known for specialising in music, certain drinks, or live acts.
But for our penultimate venue we went to a cinema lesser known for also being a bar: Watershed.
Unlike most the façades along the harbourside this isn’t a place you’d stop by on a night out, in fact if you’re after a drink you could easily walk inside and think you’ve made a big mistake.
A small cosy bar with an eclectic mix of trinkets and paraphernalia for decoration, outside of Stoke’s Croft? Must be The Old Bookshop.
From a brass instrument chandelier to a wall-mounted moonshine mill, and a film projector with fairy lights to more taxidermy than you tend to expect in a pub, there’s certainly a lot of intrigue.
You’d be hard pressed, in fact, to get further from the city’s hipster focal point while still being within walking distance of the harbour side. Old Bookshop sits on North St, that dividing line between the warring nations of Bedminster and Southville.
The Gryphon is a real ale and heavy metal pub in the city centre and in a nutshell that’s really all you need to know.
That’s because you often paint a certain picture of a place before you step in the door, and that goes double if it’s got ‘metal’ in the description.
And I admit I paid attention to what I was wearing for the first time in 97 bars for this one. I wanted to wear black. Lots of black.
Colston Yard, or just The Yard as it is sometimes known, sells itself as a country pub in a city bar setting.
Apart from the wealth of wooden surfaces and deep red decor, I’m not sure quite how it’s a country pub… but it is a nice place and has a very good range of beers. In true bar blog style, we definitely made the most of that last fact……….
Often we talk about pubs that look like pubs, have a local feel, and friendly staff. A real treasure of this category has to be the Colston Arms.
Where good service ends for some with drinks recommendations, the gents here went off-piste to brew up a cup of tea specially for our under-the-weather Adam, with the promise of extended their now newly founded hot drinks menu to mulled wine on the morrow!
I’ve walked, driven, and ridden past this place countless times, it being on my way down the hill to the harbour side, or by road to get to that dreaded M32. Finally, after over a year of living here, I popped in.
We all want to be pirates and there are certain bars in Bristol which really lend themselves to that delusion.
One of the first bars we visited was The Ostrich – that had some piracy to it – and now one of our last bars does as well.
The Golden Guinea makes our list quite late considering we’ve often been recommended it as a hidden backstreet gem.