But before we reached the waterside, we came across an old favourite...
Bag of Nails (141 St Georges Road, Bristol, BS1 5UW - web)
I'm not especially a cat fan, so I shouldn't really like the 'Cat Pub'.
But I do enjoy a quirky pub, and anywhere your beer is served over a sleeping cat in a box on the bar is a little bit quirky.
You also don't get pillars with 22 pub rules chalked onto it in your average Greene King dining pub.
Music is on vinyl from a record player in an alcove. Nashville country from Margo Price whilst we visited (Rule#11 No interrupting a record once a side has begun).
But there's more to the Bag Of Nails than watching the cats roam around and examining all the odd decorations and artwork.
There was a cracking beer selection of five tempting cask ales, with Newcastle's Northern Alchemy 'Harambee Pasadia' being my choice. A "hard ginger ale", the description of which I only read after selecting it - I kinda wished I'd just had the best bitter.
There were four good lookin' keg options too, nicely described on the beer blackboard as "cold, fizzy, expensive".
It was just a few minutes stroll across onto the harbour-side path, then along to the Grain Barge.
Grain Barge (Mardyke Wharf, Hotwell Road, Bristol, BS8 4RU - web)
Built in 1936, this barge transported barley and wheat across the Severn estuary between Bristol and Cardiff. In 2007 it was converted into a floating pub and moored on the northern side of the harbour, opposite the SS Great Britain.
The Grain Barge is run by Bristol Beer Factory, with three of their cask ales on offer, Fortitude, Notorious and Independence. I had a pint of the the 'Notorious', a nice sensible-strength session pale, packing in plenty of hops and flavours for it's 3.8% ABV.
We stayed here for a bite to eat from a menu of locally sourced & sustainable seafood and veggie options. For me, a hand-made pie from Five Acre Farm, with mash and greens (wot, not mushy peas!).
We could have made quite the pub crawl of the harbour had we picked more stopping points. The Pumphouse, The Cottage and the Ostrich were all en-route, but two of these required the patience to queue up to gain entry, with the waterside seating proving a huge draw.
For the beer drinker, three ales (Otter, Bewdley and Bristol Beer Factory) were being served straight from the barrel at the back of the bar.
But The Orchard was CAMRA's cider pub of the year in 2009 - which is recent enough, as time moves slowly in the world of scrumpy.
So I figured I had to switch to the cider, picking from the list below...
I rather randomly picked the Harry's 'Scrummage' from the mid-point on the list. Tasty and super-easy to drink.
Which makes a nice change - I normally manage to pick the really challenging ciders that taste like they've been strained through a farmer's underpants.
It's Bristol, so the post is required to contain some street art - in this case, quite a famous one...
Wild Beer started brewing in rural Somerset in 2012 with a passion to do something a bit different, including wild fermentation, dabbling with unusual yeasts and foraging ingredients.
The decision today was whether to stick with the familiar, but lovely, 'Millionaire Stout'; try one of the collaboration beers they'd concocted for the Six Nations; or go completely left-field.
Left-field sounds good - I went for 'Zintuki' a 7.3% blend of saison, sour beer and apple juice.
Odd...but strangely enjoyable |
More from Bristol in the next post, when we head to the big modern brew pub by the river and stumble into the heavy metal bar.
Cheers!
I think I know where you are going next! Great blog.
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DeleteYep, a quick search of your blog reveals that you've been to both those pubs I was referring to recently, enjoying a 'quiet pint' in the metal pub!
To begin with, I may be a cat; Mark 3 that is. I drink beer, and eat chocolate. I am also quite capable of staying up and alert at 3 am.
ReplyDeleteI had read several other descriptions of the Bag of Nails this week. I wonder if the Internet knew you were going to report on it.
I love cats. I go crestfallen when I read about one of them dying. My cat here is Mirko, named for the soccer player who scored our Championship-Winning Goal on 25 April 1991. My World-Wide Web pages (now on an easy to recall domain name) are practically the only place where you will be informed about this.
There are a few bars | pubs here with a cat. I visit them, but they don't go top-of-the-list over venues with better beer selections or lower draught prices. (There may be one pub in Chicago offering Cask beer, but I have not gone there since it reopened after The Unpleasantness.)
When I go to a venue, I have a leather satchel. It has my Windows 8.1 x64 laptop, which I use in lieu of a mobile telephone (Which occasionally has to be pulled out swiftly, as the venue has opted to list its beers via a QR Code, not having a print menu. Even worse, said venue might not broadcast its Wi-Fi to 2.4G devices [only 5G devices - Goodbye then.].). It is usually leaning against the bar bottom. The time I went to a bar with a cat, it closely inspected the satchel. I suspect he detected the scent of Mirko. Mirko is a hot cat who likes to rub against cold surfaces. So he was fairly tolerant of me rubbing his spine as he walked by.
What worries me about a bar with a cat is my temptation to pick up and hug the cat against my chest, which it may or may not like, but certainly draw the glare of other bar patrons or staff.
I think you'd fall foul of the rules in the Bag of Nails if you picked up and hugged any of the cats. The sign on the bar back expressly forbids this, with a few expletives thrown in for good measure. And I wouldn't want to put to the test any of those pub rules!
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