You can’t give a baby booze….but is it ok to take them to the boozer?

My recent attempts at organising an event for Tryanuary has led me to dust off my keyboard and do a blog. (Or re-download WordPress and spend half an hour trying to remember my password!). I am in the process of arranging a ‘crafty babies’ event where parents who love beer can meet up along with their children and talk about what all parents who love beer talk about – poo and beer.

This got me thinking about the much discussed topic of children in pubs.

So here goes….our generation are pretty fucking awesome! We are from a time when playing involved knocking on your friend’s door to see if they were lecking then riding your bikes or going to the park. Not sitting in your bedroom drawing on your eyebrows and taking selfies, trying to see how many likes you can get on social media. With the passing of time we are now at an age where some of us are procreating and luckily for us this has coincided with the emergence of a wealth of amazing child friendly bars/taprooms.

With this has come the debate as to whether children in pubs is a good idea.

I grew up with Grandparents who were publicans so I spent a lot of time in the pub as a child! The smell of fresh furniture polish and stale cigarette smoke is the most comforting smell in the world for me. Spending all this time in the pub as a child taught me some essential life skills:

1. Always check the coin tray on the bandits! Drunk people are very careless.

2. An abundance of swear words and the correct context within which to use them.

3. How to play five and three’s (a skill I still possess if anyone is ever up for a round of doms).

5. Most importantly how to talk to grown ups and how to behave in an adult environment.

So when my husband and I decided to make our own little people one thing we both agreed on was that the children would fit into our lives as well as us fitting in with theirs. As such one of the first places both of my daughters went to as babies was Friends of Ham. We don’t think twice about taking them to the pub with us and as a result they know how pubs work (Matilda is 4 months old so her pub behaviour involves sleep/looking around in amazement at all the new things she can see). My eldest, Jessica is 4 and we always go armed with entertainment (often in the form of Simon and Leanne @leedsbeerwolf and @leannegirt). I like taking my children to the pub, not only because it means they learn how to behave in such environments but because I like going to the pub! There has been more than one occasion where a beer has been released that I’ve wanted to try and I would have had no opportunity to do so if I didn’t go out with my family with me. Some months due to our lack of babysitters the only time I get to go to the pub is with the bin lids in tow. In my day I would have been plonked in the beer garden with a Panda Pop and a packet of Seabrooks but times change.

Now don’t get me wrong I fully understand why people don’t like children in pubs. In the absence of alcohol all children have it in them to act like that pissed up arsehole you try to avoid on the late bus home. They can talk too loud, they can’t sit still, they are completely unreasonable and are prone to erratic and unprovoked outbursts! That being said I still enjoy taking my children to the pub with me and importantly they enjoy going. In my defence I will add that if my daughter starts to run around like a lunatic and is beyond reasoning I’ll be the first to down my £5 third of one off DIPA and bundle her into the car to return to the safety of home and Doc McStuffins.

So in conclusion I do get why people aren’t keen on the idea of children in pubs but as I see it I’m raising the next generation of craft beer drinkers. What’s to say Jessica won’t be the first ballerina brewer? She already shows an interest in the brewing process and is desperate to do the Magic Rock brewery tour….so watch this space!


Victory at Waterloo (Tap)

Waterloo Tap

I recently went on a trip to London with my Mum to do some sight seeing and go to a show. As ever when I go anywhere without my other half I asked for a list of good pubs where I could get a decent beer. Here’s how I got on….

I had a list of three pubs I was going to try and fit into my trip without my Mum realising she was on a mini bar crawl with me! After tiring her out round Covent Garden I suggested we ‘rest’ in one of the pubs on my list. This is where my plan falls down….I am useless at reading maps! My husband can look at a map for five seconds and navigate us around a city he’s never visited before, I on the other hand am map blind. I had pinpointed the locations on Google maps and studied them on the train on the way down but still I find myself standing on the street looking at my phone, trying to step in to the map like Mary Poppins with one of Dick Van Dyke’s street drawings. Eventually I managed to navigate us to The Harp on Chandos Place which unfortunately due to the Friday lunchtime rush was heaving so much to my Mum’s delight I trudged her back in the direction we’d just come from to The Porterhouse.

This was the one from my list that I was looking forward to visiting the most as I’d been to the one in New York (Fraunces Tavern), which was amazing. I remember sitting at a bar with taps as far as the eye could see and being spoilt for choice. Unfortunately my experience at The Porterhouse in London was not as awe-inspiring!

It is lovely outside with a large beer garden to the front so I was optimistic that it’d be as nice inside, however the only way I can think to describe it is tired looking. I appreciate it is in essence an Irish bar but I was expecting more Crafty O’Neills but instead I got Shabby O’Connors.

It was dark and dingy, so much so that coming in from the sun I struggled to see what beer they had. There was a big beer menu of bottles and cans on the bar but as I was trying to look through the eyes of the barman began to bore a hole in my head so I looked up and shouted out the name of the first IPA I saw. I am so used to the beery establishments of the North where the bar staff want to talk to you about what you like and give suggestions that I was taken aback by the abrupt service and it put me off my stride. As anyone who has read my first blog will know I am the least confident craft beer buyer in the world, and regularly make a tit of myself. However on this occasion even under pressure I managed to complete a beer buying transaction without looking like someone trying to eat their own tongue rather then speaking. To top it off on my second visit to the bar I spotted a dusty collection of cans and bottles on top of the bar almost completely hidden from view with a sign saying ‘Want it all – Yes you can!’ Some of the best beers I’ve ever drunk were being so shabbily displayed to my complete horror! There was one of my go to beers Thornbridge – Jaipur, Magic Rock – Highwire Grapefruit and Northern Monk – Eternal, to name but a few. I felt like a child in a charity shop spotting her favourite toys unceremoniously dumped in the bargain bin!

On a positive note the beer was good and the beer garden was perfect for the weather. Halves of Eton Rifles by Windsor & Eton and a Longhorn IPA by Purity Brewing Co went some way to make up for the service.

The last bar on my list was the recently opened Waterloo Tap. Unfortunately between my visit to The Porterhouse and Waterloo Tap was Champagne in the ‘Eye Bar’ and a Champagne flight on the London Eye. Needless to say my map reading skills after this had further diminished and despite the knowledge that the restaurant we were going to (Archdukes) was in one of the railway arches and that Waterloo Tap is also in a railway arch it didn’t occur to me that they were in the same location. So I went on to walk my poor Mum ten minutes in the wrong direction back towards Waterloo Bridge – that’ll teach me to take the name of a bar so literally. After a brief pit stop on a wall we headed off in the right direction with my Mum insisting we take a taxi back to the hotel after our meal.

At first we thought all the bars and eateries under the railway bridge were closed due to the amount of scaffolding but when we got to the other side it was clear this was not the case. There are still some finishing touches required to the outside of Waterloo Tap with a few missing paving stones (not good after so much Champagne!) but inside did not disappoint. I thought it would be dark and cold but with large glass windows and doors on either side of the arch it is light and airy. It was like walking into a warm beery hug after my Porterhouse experience. We got seats at the bar and the bar staff were what I’ve come to expect from real ale/craft beer establishments. The beer list is up on two large TV screens so they can update when the beers change or go off easily. To my drunken amusement they also have any tweets with the bar tagged in scrolling along the top of the screens – so obviously I tweeted them A LOT whilst I was in there!


The first beer I wanted had just gone off so the lady serving me went through the list with me and suggested what I might like to try instead. I did my usual beer ordering trick of not checking the ABV and went for a Citrusinensis Pale Ale by Lagunitas Brewing Co and it was divine….it also tipped me over the beery edge. Whilst standing at the bar with my Bundobust tote over my shoulder a man in a Magic Rock t-shirt came over to tell me how much he loved my bag (and Bundobust). He then went on to tell me that Waterloo Tap are going to be doing a collaboration with Bundobust soon! Since getting in to my beer this is the kind of welcome I have come to appreciate in bars and after the aloof reception I get in The Porterhouse, Waterloo Tap reaffirmed my love of craft beer establishments. Further affirmation came when I had finished my first beer and the lady who had served me came back over to tell me the Hefeweizen Zäpfle by Badische Staatsbrauerei Rothaus had come back on. I was glad it had as it did not disappoint and is definitely a beer I will seek out again! To my amusement I spent the whole time I drank it trying to explain to my Mum that the beer was not off – it was cloudy because it’s a wheat beer.

Now as a beer-loving lady there are two things that are important to me – taps and toilets (my beer loving Mother in Law will verify this!). I would say the only slight downside of this bar is that there is only one toilet and by the time I got in there it had clearly been well used if you know what I’m saying. That aside I wish I could pick this bar up and bring it back up to Leeds with me! I will be back and you’ll know when I am as no doubt I will be sat at the bar tweeting away and giggling to myself as they scroll up the beer list TV screens.



Beer Festival for one


Talking about beer for me is still a bit like when I try to talk about football – it’s something I really enjoy but it’s only a matter of time before I say something stupid and negate myself from the conversation. For example I made a trip to Bier Huis in Ossett recently, I held my own in conversation with the owner and skipped out with a bag full of goodies. I then checked my phone to find a text from my husband as follows:

‘I have a beer order if you’re going to Bier Huis……Old Rasputin x 1 million’

I sat in the car for a while wondering how to play it – do I go back in and trawl the shelves looking for said beer or risk engaging the shop keep in conversation again. I went for the later and asked for a bottle of Old Rasputin times a million. It was only as I saw the bottle on the shelf that I realised what my husband’s intention was with the wording of his text! Head hung in shame I quickly paid and scurried out of the shop.

So it is with some trepidation that I embark on a blog about beer so I’m sticking with the format of the ’12 Beers of Christmas’ blog I contributed towards last year.

I’m missing Beertown in Malton so I’m having a beer festival for one- I have five beers to drink and will share my thoughts on each. Expect more witticism than knowledge of beer….

I’m starting lowest ABV first in an attempt to still be coherent at the end! So first up a Sour Suzy by Lervig. Beliner Weisse is my favourite type of beer at the moment, however I have to be honest it was the label on this bottle that first appealed to me. I like that mermaid’s style just as much as I like this beer. It’s like a lemon sherbet but without being jaw crampingly sour. I’m glad it’s only 4% as I’m going to stock up for this years Cup Final Day party.

Now for my first Cloudwater beer of the night – Table Beer Juniper (with the lowest ABV first system I get to save the best Cloudwater beer until last!). I’m yet to find one of their beers I haven’t enjoyed but this is my least favourite to date. When I first poured it I was certain I’d like it – it looked light and fizzy which when I had zero knowledge about beer was what I looked for. But the aroma is peppery rather than fruity and any other flavour is lost for me by how bitter it is. Once the bitterness passes it leaves a floral taste which isn’t unpleasant but still not one I’ll rush to have again.

Up next a Weird Beard pale ale – Mariana Trench. I was a massive fan of their Saison 42 and haven’t had another Weird Beard beer since my last bottle of it over two years ago. Now I’m not one to hold a grudge but it’s just cruel to make a beer that good as a one off! This one is another corker – it’s refreshing and fruity. The only downside is I wish I’d bought a few more when they were on sale from Beer Merchants. *whispers sorry for ignoring you for two years quietly under my breath*.

My penultimate beer is a wheat beer from Maui Brewing Co – Mana Wheat. This is another brewery I turned my back on and I’m still in mourning over the Lemongrass Saison they brewed a couple of years ago. I never used to be a wheat beer fan but recently I’ve had some lovely ones, particularly Wu Gang Chops the Tree by Pressure Drop Brewing. I know from smelling this beer I’m gonna love it. It has the yummy taste I’ve grown to love in this style of beer which I can only describe as like Hubba Bubba. This is definitely my favourite so far – I think I’ll stock pile a few of these just in case!

Last but by no means least is the much discussed Cloudwater DIPA v3. I bloody love a band wagon and I’m so glad I got on this one. Like Lilt it’s got a totally tropical taste! We are in love, that is all.

So that’s it, my mini beer festival has run dry. The bottle of Old Rasputin is still in the fridge but if I drink that it wouldn’t take more than one attempt to kill me.