#095 Colston Arms

Mike

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!

The morrow at time of writing being today at time of posting.

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.

#044 The White Bear

Mike

On holiday in Prague a while back I learnt that they used to use emblems engraved above buildings’ doorways by way of addresses. The White Bear up St Michael’s Hill might suit such a scheme, bearing a lit-up statue of their eponymous animal. Note that it is lit up by lamps; a neon polar bear might be more indicative of a casino or strip club in Svalbard as it appears in His Dark Materials.

I can hardly bear the excitement.

Obscure references aside, I had great need of a midweek tipple and conveniently avoid all the sports ball that’s happening. To the pub!