Category: Warrington Hotel

Gordon Ramsay Eats the Warrington

…or The Emperor’s New PubBonfire weekend has fizzled out with word that our new man about the Vale, Gordon Ramsay, was skulking about the bar Saturday evening. Apparently, he’s been getting an earful from the locals, who despite being British, aren’t too shy to tug sweet ol’ Gordo by the ear and fill his canals…

How to be a Proper Pubman

This is John. For 25 odd years, John has been doing just what you see here… serving pints at the Warrington Hotel. It isn’t an easy thing, to be a landlord. Sure, on the surface, it seems like a cakewalk. Hire a few Aussies, order barrels of bitter, decide between black or yellow shirts, and…

Crikey! Cricket!

Just when I thought it MIGHT be safe to go to work at the pub again. Nawp. Sure every other pub in town is sighing with relief at the death of England in the World Cup, but not in this neighborhood. Things are just getting HOT here, and when I say HOT, we aren’t joking.…

Around here

I find myself looking up and around a great deal in the walk from our flat to the places we go every day and every week: The Tube The Dry Cleaners The Coffee Place The Pub The Bank The Shops, for food The Wine Store The Corner Eatery Here are a few images of what…

Who loves me, baby?

THEY do! This is Tony and Bill. They are my buddies at the Warrington. I love this photo. I took it with my new toy, my camera phone. Sigh… I remember the days when I said I would never, EVER had a cell phone. Well, don’t worry. Here, I have a “mobile” phone. Tony drinks…