Sorry for the lateness of the hour, I've been imbibing in the Swan and Slip in York, two lovely pubs, and lost track of time. If you love this blog title, please give credit to a Mr Martin Alsop. He's a simple man, buy him a pint by way of thanks, here's what I wrote last night .......
"Daddy BRAPA will be relishing next Saturday where he gets to go to 'OnlyHull' (it is like OnlyFans but less sexy) and can just spend a leisurely couple of hours drinking in one single boozer, before trotting off to the MKM whatever-it-is-called-nowadays stadium to watch the latest miserable defeat.
This after a third consecutive BRAPA Saturday of back breaking pub proportions. Horsham / Littlehampton seemed a tough day at the time. But was nothing compared with Uttoxeter day a week later. And now, we had this, North East Wales. Which was supposed to be Crewe, but wasn't.
The highlight of the long, but not overly arduous journey was a stop in Manchester Victoria for a BRAPAcino and some healthily buttered malt loaf to warm the cockles.
Rhyl was our furthest point west, and we walked to the furthest of two pubs, about a 15-20 minute walk from the station, timing it about right for 12 noon opening.
What a shame then, that it didn't. SHUT PUB ALERT!
Google confirmed these exact stingy micropub hours at the Dove at Rhyl making me think I'd not been diligent enough in my research. Still, I'll have got 12 noon from somewhere, but in pub planning, the last few months have told me you can do worse than to treat Google as your most accurate source, especially if the pub's Facebook is inconclusive.
Google Photos is more annoying, failing to acknowledge that pubs are my main hobby ....
Opposite the station, the other Rhyl 'tick' was so open, it was positively gaping ......
And a strong contender for pub of the day too, Cob & Pen, Rhyl (2013 / 3442) was a just a great all rounder - strong in every category. When you walk into a pub and there's a group of old blokes who look like they've been here since 6am, it is always going to be a pub to rise above mediocrity. Bit of a joke with the barmaid about forgetting how to pay using actual cash, exchanging nods with a chap called Malcolm, definitely in the top 20 of reassuring pub bloke names. I went for a pint of Hop Kick, I wasn't a fan, it had a weird hoppy kick, kinda seemed churlish to complain given the name. Chelsea and Norwich are about to start playing football, a respectful minutes 'applause' for Jimmy Greaves ensues as beers are swigged, just how he'd want it, although my phone changed his name to 'Jimmy Graves'. There are snugs and side rooms leading off in all directions, lush Welsh tiling, I learn 'Tafarn' is Welsh for Tavern, making it my third Welsh word I've learned after Heddlu and Toiledau. Malcolm asks 'where to next?' and when I say Prestatyn, he says "you can't go wrong, it is one street". I say "Malcom, can't stay to chat, Daddy BRAPA has left the building".
|Phoning home with predictions for Luton away, the smart money is on a defeat|
|Malcolm in the corner (not the middle)|
|A pub of some quality|
|Should've gone Bastion, but I'd get another chance later|
Back on Rhyl Station, Dad had been debating whether to become a Tik-Tok star on the train over, makes me film him doing a 'Pressed Hat In / Prestatyn' joke which moved everyone who saw it on Twitter to hideous tears. "You might go viral" I told him. He looked scared and pulled his facemask back up.
|Two 'likes' on Twitter for this, deserved at least three|
Malcolm wasn't kidding. Prestatyn was one main street, a bit more colourful and vibrant than Rhyl which isn't too hard to achieve. A long street though, plenty of quirkiness, Hallowe'en definitely approaching by the looks of it, should've brought new mascot Pumpy if I'd known everything would be so garbed in pumpkinny stuff.
|Amy Winehouse - according to Daddy BRAPA|