Category: Norwich

Apologies again for the poor photo quality, they were taken on my old phone which has fortunately been replaced since we visited this pub in mid-February on one of our perambulations around Norwich. This was our visit to the Coachmakers Arms on St. Stephen’s Road in Norwich, a pub which dates to the seventeenth century and is a former coaching inn apparently built on the site of a former asylum. The record of it being a pub date to the mid-eighteenth century and the breweries who have owned it include the Tompson Brewery, Morgans, Steward & Patteson, Watney Mann, Norwich Brewery and Tager Inns and there’s more about the latter on the page about the Cricketers’ Rest which isn’t far away.

The pub has an external mural by John Moray-Smith (1889–1958) and he also created the one at Berstrete Gates.

Julian parking his bike in the courtyard and there was a major crime committed here in 1905….. The text from the local newspaper of the time reads:

“CHARGE AGAINST A SCHOOLBOY DISMISSED

Charles James Nichols, schoolboy, of Sixteen Row, Lakenham, was charged with stealing a box containing 14 lbs. of raisins, value 3s. 4d., the property of George Daniel Tann, between November 21st and 24th. Mrs. Bloom stated that last Thursday afternoon a number of boys made a cave at the bottom of her garden on Sigismund Road. She heard them talking about plums, and afterwards found a coat belonging to one of them on the ground and some raisins. A little boy, aged about ten, who said he was with the defendant all the afternoon was called as a witness; but the Clerk said it would not be fair to him to ask him to incriminate himself, and his evidence was dispensed with. The ostler at the Coachmakers’ Arms, St. Stephen’s, said that on the 21st inst. several boxes of raisins, belonging to the prosecutor, were left in the yard. George Tann, a grocer, of Forncett, said there should have been ten boxes. He did not count them, and did not miss one until the policeman made inquiries. The Clerk said it appeared difficult to connect the defendant with the case, which seemed to be one of confession. The defendant’s mother said the lad was no trouble at home. He was never out at night. The Chairman said if he was not better looked after he would bring her to sorrow. There was a difficulty about the case, and it would be dismissed.”

The lad became an “habitual criminal” (I always think of Norman Stanley Fletcher when hearing that phrase) according to police records in 1913 and he had taken to the theft of cycles, which ties in back to Julian parking his bike there quite neatly. He went on to fight in the First World War (Charles, not Julian) with, I think, some distinction and he went on to have a long life.

The courtyard area which I can imagine is busy during sporting events. The building is Grade II listed and I’ll just quote from the listed building record:

“Former use unknown, now Public House. C17 and Late C18 Rendered. Stucco quoins and window surrounds. Black pantile roof. 3 storeys, 4 bays. Off-centre door with plain surround and small decorated consoles supporting a flat hood. One sash window to each side with 3 lights per sash. Raised and moulded, eared and haunched surrounds with keystone. Sash windows to first floor with identical surrounds to ground floor windows. 2nd floor sash windows with simple raised and moulded surrounds. Projecting, moulded box- cornice. Hipped roof. C17 ceiling beams with knicked chamfer-stops. Large frieze on wall to right showing St. Stephen’s Gate by Moray-Smith, 1937.”

The beer selection, although it wasn’t entirely clear what they did have. I ordered two beers from these pump clips and was told they were unavailable so I thought it best to ask what they did actually have and I wasn’t sure that I was any the wiser, but I think they had the Silver Adder from Mauldons, the Abbot Ale from Greene King and the Old Speckled Hen from Morland (Greene King). I think, but wasn’t told, that customers should ignore the pump clips and just look at the barrels as there’s gravity dispense.

As can be seen from this advert from 1873, the serving directly from the barrel is nothing new. Victoria Station, which was located opposite, hadn’t served passengers since 1916 but it remained open for freight traffic although the buildings were damaged during the Second World War and pulled down soon after. The station site was replaced with offices occupied by Marsh, but they were taken down in late 2024 and early 2025 which must have impacted the pub’s trade a little. Not unlike other pubs, they advertised for a ‘girl’ in 1913, noting they wanted one aged around 25 and from the country. They didn’t want any city folk, whether older or younger, cluttering up their residence.

I went for the Silver Adder from Mauldons, which was crisp, hoppy and well-kept, but it’s all a bit light on flavour for me.

There is food served on weekday lunches and the pub was clean and tidy, with the interior feeling historic and interesting. The on-line reviews are positive and the service during our visit was friendly and efficient. The beer selection wasn’t really my cup of tea, or indeed jug of beer, although the Oscar Wilde would have been my choice if they did have it. The pub also sells Cruzcampo, but I make no comment as I don’t judge…. There’s quite a cosy atmosphere and there’s also an upstairs function room.

Taken during one of our perambulations, apologies that these photos were taken during the dying days of my last phone, so the quality of the imagery isn’t exactly top notch. The York is a traditional Victorian corner pub which opened in 1878 and it has been owned by breweries including Bullards, Watney Mann, Courage in the past. I didn’t go and check on this occasion, although I have done before, but there’s a large beer garden out the back which used to be a bowling green and the pub’s web-site notes that there’s now “a Pétanque pitch in the pub garden – a nod to The York bowling club who were based at The York in the early 1920s”. Incidentally, the pub has traditionally been called the York Tavern, although it’s usually shortened to just the York now.

In 1907, the funeral of the landlord Alfred Dashwood took place, he appears regularly in newspapers and seems to have been an interesting character. He had started his career as a plumber and gas-fitter before becoming landlord here and he had built up the bowling club to be “one of the principal clubs in Norwich” which is some considerable achievement for the period (I assume, I think it’s like being the home of the best bar billiards team). He was also active in the Eaton Ward Conservative Association the Norfolk Chronicle mentioned after his funeral, but maybe that’s what happens when you become a pub landlord. I’ll check with Julian. He had been advertising for a servant (Alfred that is, not Julian) and preferred “a country girl” and he had hoped that she would be about 18. I’m not sure that publicans are best advised to advertise for that sort of thing now.

The Westminster Gazette noted the fate of a later landlord, Albert Plane who had taken over in 1908, previously known only to the local press as someone caught refusing to admit the police to his premises. There was something of a tragedy, as the newspaper reported in May 1922:

“Albert Plane, licensee of the York Tavern, rose to his family cups of tea, and later was found lying dead at the foot of the stairs. He had suffered from influenza and latterly was affected by the heat”.

I’m not sure I’ll walk by the bottom of the stairs again without thinking of this.

Just looking back at some photos from 2021, this might be a clearer photo of outside.

And some old photos of outside, I can’t remember why Nathan and I were sitting outside. It was either because it was full inside or I wanted to see this large beer garden.

Back to modern times and the official visit from the Two Julians (we never announce in advance that we’re coming, we don’t want any red carpet quickly thrown outside for us). There were three real ales on, the Sussex Best from Harvey’s, the All Day Long from All Day Brewing Company and the Let’s Cask from All Day Brewing Company. I went for the latter option first, which was smooth with slight Twix flavours and was well kept. As can be seen, there’s often usually a fourth ale as well, but the Encore from Lacons had just run out.

Tom is very good at posing for photos and I will declare that I’ve gone to see the rather formidable bar talent that is Mr Saunders a few times now at the York.

His Untappd page is a thing of beauty with his 10,294 check-ins…. Above is a photo of the day after he got his 10,000th check-in when I popped in to congratulate him. Anyway, enough about him and back to the main event of Julian and myself. The pub was spotlessly clean, with the surfaces clean, dry and not sticky, so it was a comfortable place to sit for a while.

I was planning to go home, but due to some confusion between Julian and I, he seemed to think we were staying out until 03:00 rather than the 19:00 that I had anticipated. However, I went along with his plan as I can be easily led. With that, the food menu appeared.

The York does an evening meal deal thing for £12 which includes a pint of real ale, a rather agreeable deal. The deal, of which I got the last one, was the venison sausages with braised cabbage, mash potatoes and a red onion gravy. Julian had some decadent steak option, but he’s getting quite middle class if I’m being honest ever since he’s become a senior pub executive. Anyway, the sausages were meaty and delicious, the mash was smooth and the gravy was plentiful. My crisis at the time was my phone kept losing charge, but Tom resolved that problem (just as Charlie had to resolve that problem in North Walsham – there’s a theme here that won’t continue now I have my new phone) so all was well. My second beer was the All Day Long which was malty, bitter and went well with those sausages. I must admit I thought that I had ordering halves, but Julian expressed concerned that this wasn’t sufficient to go with a meal. He’s very good at that sort of logical thinking.

It’s a bit of an expedition for me to get to the York, but it’s brilliantly managed, welcoming and the beer is impeccably kept. I hadn’t realised about the evening meal, but I thought that it was excellent value. The service is obviously wonderful and the food/drink balance here is managed well with the pub feeling as if it’s got a friendly vibe. Definitely recommended, and go and wave at Tom as well.

Apologies again for the quality of these photos, they were when my previous phone was having some difficulties…. Anyway, they’ll do. The Adam Eve is located near to Norwich Cathedral, it has a reputation for being an old pub and the owner Rita will have been there 25 years this year which is some going. This was part of our perambulations around Norwich pubs.

This pub is widely claimed to be the oldest in Norwich and there is evidence that there was a building here in the mid-thirteenth century and a suggestion that stonemasons building the nearby Norwich Cathedral would have been drinking here when there was a brewhouse on site. The current building is though seventeenth century, although altered quite substantially in the twentieth century. The pub was the last in Norwich to serve directly from the barrel until a bar was added in the early 1970s. The owners have been Youngs, then Bullards, then Watney Mann, then the Norwich Brewery and then Chef and Brewer before it came into private hands. In December 1902, Youngs, Crawshay & Youngs (to quote their full name) advertised the pub as available to let and they noted the full licence, good yard and stabling. They seem to struggle with this as they were still advertising the pub using the same terms in January 1904 and they then started again in 1906.

There are fewer newspaper articles than I would have expected about the pub, just quite a lot of inquests that were held here, which was commonplace in pubs. One is of note, a 14 year old boy called John Boltz who drowned in the River Wensum in a location very close to the pub. The landlord in 1814, Matthew Peacock, was declared bankrupt and it was noted that his furniture was for sale, “including a four-post bed, other bedsteads, feather beds and bedding, sheets, table linen, a panelled sliding partition, a thirty hour clock, kitchen range, bath stove, copper and furnace, liquor cases, hand lights and all manner of other stuff.”

As an aside, I had to ask Google Gemini about that clock and it noted:

“Thirty-hour clocks are clocks that need to be wound every 30 hours, as opposed to the more common eight-day clocks that only need to be wound once a week. They were most popular in the 18th and 19th centuries, and they are now considered to be antique clocks. Thirty-hour clocks are typically weight-driven, which means that they are powered by a weight that is suspended on a rope or chain. 1 The weight slowly descends as the clock runs, and it needs to be wound back up every 30 hours.”

This video is from 1984 and is worth a watch, with a customer saying they went there to get away from technology……

The bit of the pub we were able to sit in, which is the section near to the entrance which overlooks the road. It was a little chilly inside, although that had no negative impact on me. The toilets possibly needed a little attention, but all else seemed to be in order. There are some old photos of the pub on the walls as well to add a bit of character.

As Julian noted, the area down the steps was just for the chosen ones, so there was a bit of a pile up in the small bar section that was open. I’ve never actually got as far as going down those steps, I think all of my visits I’ve ended up in this section of the pub. The pub’s web-site isn’t available at the moment, but the old one mentions that the building is haunted, adding:

“The ghost of Lord Sheffield – hacked to death nearby on August 1st by rebels – is still reputed to haunt the building. So too are spectres of some of the French speaking medieval monks who lived and worked here. Somewhere below you, one monk is believed to be buried!”

George Plunkett also has a glorious photo from 1939.

The bar area, which is just a little cramped for the poor bar staff (not that there’s much anyone can do about that, they’ve done well to carve out what space they have), and I think it’s linked to the lower bar that I’ve never got to see. The on-line reviews are unusually mixed for a traditional pub and a couple have queried why they weren’t allowed to have a look in the lower bar area, especially as there’s apparently evidence of an old Saxon well down there. I kind of understand that, it’s one of the oldest pubs in Norwich and I think it’s inevitable that customers might want to have a little look around. I think I’d rather let others read reviews directly if they so wish rather than me pointing any out.

The quality of that photo, my apologies…. The beer is one of my favourites, Old Peculier from Theakston and it was malty and smooth, kept well. There are usually around three real ales available and I think the standard of beer keeping is very high.

It’s not really a pub I’ve ever much engaged with, but the service has always been polite and I’ve eaten outside a couple of times over the last decade as they have some external tables. It’s worth a visit for anyone interested in the history of Norwich pubs as it has played a large part in that story. It’s certainly not a pub for Julian as it closes at 21:00 (22:00 on Fridays and Saturdays, 18:00 on Sundays) and he’s normally not out until after then. Anyway, back to anyone running a pub for 25 years, that shows some considerable commitment and energy, so congratulations are clearly in order. And Julian and I were disappointed not to see the ghost of Lord Sheffield, as that might have put me off my beer.

This visit was from a few weeks ago (as part of our Two Julians tour of Norwich since we’ve already straddled great chunks of the Waveney), when we meandered to the Robin Hood pub located near to the Cottage and also not far from Barrack Street.

There has been a pub with this name since the mid-eighteenth century, but it was in a different location. Here’s an early 1880s map of where it was, with the pub looking out onto Barrack Street and there was no shortage of other pubs along that street. Soon after this, the pub was moved to its current new purpose building which faces onto Mousehold Street. It then became a Watney Mann, then Courage and then Pubmaster pub. It’s somewhat of an unlikely survivor as it’s tucked away on a back street and indeed it has been closed for some short periods over the years.

In the Eastern Evening News in January 1884 it was reported that the landlord, Frederick Marcon, had gotten himself into some trouble.

“Frederick Marcon of the Robin Hood public-house, Pockthorpe, was summoned for assaulting Stephen Curl, Barrack Street, fish-hawker, on the 27th inst. Mr. Linay appeared for the prosecution, and Mr. Sparrow defended. The assault was committed on Sunday evening last at the Robin Hood public-house. It appeared that Curl, accompanied by his brother and a man named Hicks, went to the Robin Hood. Defendant’s brother was also present, and without any provocation whatever struck complainant’s brother, causing him to be thrown to the ground. On his getting up defendant continued the assault by seconding his brother’s efforts, and on complainant going to his brother’s assistance, he was struck on the cheek and nose. Complainant was also thrown to the ground, and while in that position both the Marcons kicked him. The two companions of complainant were also called and corroborated. For the defence, Mr. Sparrow called defendant’s brother who said that one of them ordered some ale, but this was refused by his brother on account of their being “half drunk.” Defendant then asked them if they had come in for a row, and they replied with an oath that they had come with that object. The three then commenced on witness, and when defendant tried to protect him he was also struck. Hicks it appeared remained neutral, for he took up his position in a corner and watched the proceedings. The two Curls were eventually removed by their father and mother.

William Curl, brother of complainant, now charged the defendant Marcon with assaulting him at the same time. Curl was thrown to the ground, and while in that position he was kicked by Maroon on the head. Stephen Curl, the first complainant, also preferred a charge of assault against Thomas Marcon. Defendant hit him once in the cheek, knocked him down, and kicked him in the ribs. William Curl also charged Thomas Maroon with a similar offence. Curl alleged that Maroon struck him on the lip, the result of which was that he fell to the ground. Mr. Sparrow now urged that it was positively absurd to suppose that a landlord and his assistant should on the appearance of three customers immediately strike them, especially when there was no provocation to warrant it. The Bench then retired and on their return into Court the Chairman said that after carefully weighing the evidence in their minds they had come to the conclusion that they ought to convict. The defendant Marcon would be fined for the assault upon Stephen Curl 10s. and 15s. costs; in default, fourteen days’ hard labour; and for the assault on William Curl, a fine of 5s. and 9s. costs would be inflicted; in default, fourteen days. Thomas Marcon, for assaulting Stephen Curl, would be mulcted to the amount of 10s. and 7s. costs, in default 14 days; and for the assault upon William Curl, his brother, a fine of 20s. and 7s. costs would be imposed; in default 14 days.”

Probably a little sub-optimal for the pub landlord…. Fortunately, the welcome when we arrived at the pub was much more engaging from the current staff member although the venue did get in the news around three years ago when there was some considerable controversy relating to charitygate, but I’ll let individuals Google that if they so desire as I don’t think it relates to the current owners.

Some of the beer selection.

I went for the John Smiths and it tasted as expected and was reasonably priced. I also always appreciate when a pub stocks Mini Cheddars.

The pool table rather dominates matters in the main room, meaning they have to sit carefully around the edges of the room as is visible from the above seating, and then there’s one other smaller room. There’s a strong community element to this venue and the darts and pool teams are important to them. There was a bucket to catch the drips from the leak upstairs, but the staff member did apologise for that arrangement.

Julian looks enthralled, but he’s not really a TV in pub type person. Indeed, nor am I, but it added some musical entertainment to our visit. There is karaoke every Sunday afternoon and although this is evidently not going to encourage me in, it looks like a popular event. The TV must be a recent addition as the then owners were telling the EDP in 2023 that they were proudly a TV free zone. Since I always have a little look at on-line reviews…

“Came here with the pool team just too find out that it’s not child friendly, the owners allowed our captains child in for this time (via phone call) fair enough. Then get told the child can’t just press buttons on the fruit machines (not actually gambling/playing) anything because of licensing, for your information review the licensing laws on gambling as you clearly don’t know the laws and it’s not against the law for kids to be in a pub after a certain time it’s just a in-house rule, get out of your 1920’s pothole and get with the times.”

There’s one quite, er, direct review that the pub probably quite rightly didn’t respond to. I recall long ago when getting my licence that the law is quite clear that children shouldn’t be using these AWP machines in any shape or form, so it’s not unreasonable for a landlord to ask children not to play on them even for fun. And it is against licensing law for kids to be in a pub after a certain time if that’s what their licence says. Anyway, nearly all of the other reviews are positive, so as to add some balance.

It’s a pub that is off the beaten track and so is very much a community pub, but the welcome was friendly and clean, although it did need something of a refurbishment in places. All rather lovely, it’s worth popping in for anyone nearby.

This pub closed in late 2010 and I never visited it, but I’ve walked by it many times and watched it fall further and further into disrepair over the last decade. The pub opened in the 1870s and was something of a survivor (well, until it shut) as a Victorian corner pub and it was a Bullards, then Watney Mann, then Norwich Brewery, then Brent Walker, then Pubmaster venue and then Park Taverns operated. It was purchased by Norfolk based Tager Inns in 2002 who at that time had 11 pubs in the county and they were looking to buy a further nine. The Morning Advertiser reported at the time that the company had been founded by Neil Gear in 1999 when he bought his first two pubs in Great Yarmouth, the Mitre in George Street and the Norfolk Tavern in Crown Road. There’s little information on-line about Tager Inns, but soon after they were purchased by London Inn Group, who got themselves into trouble soon afterwards and went bust in some spectacular fashion with the administrators struggling to even work out what pubs they owned. This pub was caught up in that and was sold to free trade, but it didn’t last long and we are now where we are.

In terms of the name, this is the only pub that has been called the Cricketers’ Rest in Norwich, which makes finding newspaper articles about it much easier than somewhere like the King’s Head where there are tens of the things. Above is the advert from Bullards in 1905, mentioning that there was good stabling, a yard and a large club room.

And here it is in 1884, with the stabling element visible in the rear yard and that space remains there today behind some locked wooden gates.

In 1907, the Norfolk Chronicle reported:

“A DANGER TO THE COMMUNITY

Thomas Richard Alden (19), groom, pleaded guilty to feloniously breaking and entering the Cricketers’ Rest, Hall-road, Lakenham, belonging to Messrs. Bullard and Sons, Ltd., and stealing therein from a slot meter 12s. 11d., the moneys of the British Gas Light Co., Ltd., and also 4s. 3d., and two bottles of beer, belonging to Messrs. Bullard.”

He was sentenced to nine months in prison for that, with hard labour. It was a busy time for the pub, as three years later, the same newspaper reported:

“Alfred Stowers, landlord of the Cricketers’ Rest public-house, Queen’s-road, was summoned for permitting drunkenness on his licensed premises on January 29th. Mr. G. A. Perkes appeared for the defence.–Police-sergt. Christie said that in the Cricketers’ Rest was a man who had just previously been ordered out of another public-house for being drunk, and later he was arrested for being drunk and disorderly. Defendant made no attempt to get the man out of the house until witness called his attention to his condition, and then he said the man had only been in the house a minute, and had had no drink there.–Corroborative evidence was given by Police-constable Seager, and for the defence it was submitted that, although the man was drunk, defendant did not know of it. The landlord was very busy at the time, and the man was in the house less than five minutes.–The Bench thought the case one for investigation, but considering that defendant had done his best to prevent drunkenness on the premises it would be dismissed.”

This is Google Streetview from 2008. I can’t imagine that the Cricketers is at all viable now, the insides of the venue are unlikely to resemble a pub still and the amount of repairs would be costly. Which makes this a sad loss of a Norwich pub, although fortunately there are still several in the nearby area.

Next in our little adventure out in Norwich was the Champion pub. First opened in the 1830s, it is said that it was named after the boxer Daniel Mendosa (1764-1834). I had a little read of the Wikipedia page about him which says that Mendosa was not really considered a champion at the time, so initially, I was doubtful about the actual origins of the pub name. However, this doesn’t ring true, there are scores of newspaper articles from the beginning of the nineteenth century referring to Mendosa as a champion, so the claim is quite likely valid. The pub themselves note:

“The pub is known to date back to at least eighteen forty five. It is named after a London Jew, Daniel Mendozer, who was an extraordinary middle weight fighter. He became English Champion, which was then, equivalent to World Champion weighing 160lb. He was acclaimed the first scientific fighter and after he retired he toured across theatres, and visited Norwich in 1790. In his act, which included no violence or indecency, he depicted various heroic styles of great boxers.”

The reliable Norfolk Pubs put the opening date of the pub at 1836, but I wonder whether it was likely just a little earlier and closer to the death of Mendosa. There’s a newspaper article from 1843 which notes how a game of bowls was played at Thomas Garwood’s bowling green outside his pub and they were playing for “a handsome pair of silver-mounted drinking horns”, the equivalent of the bar billiards plates of the day no doubt….

I can’t quite place the location of the bowling green, but I suspect that it’s the empty space between the pub and the Methodist Chapel. That space is still there today, although it’s become something of a mini traffic island, it’s also the home of the St. Stephen’s Square Community Garden.

Anyway, that distraction aside, the pub was operated by Lacons by the beginning of the twentieth century. Whitbread bought out Lacons in 1958 and promptly shut it down soon after, although they kept this pub until the 1990s when it was sold to a private buyer. Batemans took over the pub in 2007 and the bulk of the real ales are brewed by them and this venue is also listed in the Good Beer Guide. This is one of two Batemans pubs in the city, the other is the Kings Arms on Hall Road.

The pub’s old divisions between different rooms might have been removed, but it’s evident (because the signage is still there) how this pub was once divided between the saloon and lounge bar. This was once the saloon bar element and the area that I took the photo below in is the old lounge bar. I was excited that I had my new glasses and could read all the bottle names that were placed on that top shelf, before I would have to zoom in using my phone. There’s also a back room, which is visible in the rear of this photo, which then leads to the toilets.

The beer selection and they also had the XB from Batemans. That’s also the beer that Julian went for and reading his Untappd it was “as tasty as ever”, so that’s high praise as he can be picky about his beer. Julian mentioned that he used to go in this pub a lot during his younger days, although, frankly, he can truthfully say that about a lot of the pubs that we visit…. That reminds me that I forgot to add an anecdote he told me about the Rose, so I’ll have to write separately about that.

I went for the XXXB (Triple XB) which is a 4.8% beer from Batemans which was well-kept and was smooth and it had a pleasant malty taste with some toffee. I would have preferred a more decadent brand of crisp, but I am quite picky on this matter and that’s not really the pub’s fault. And, life would be boring if every pub had Tyrells, Pipers, Seabrooks, Ringos, Quavers and Hula Hoops to meet my needs. On the subject of food, I understand that they have some home-cooked food options between 12.00 and 15.00 and then 18.00 to 20.00 on Wednesdays to Saturdays. I am always very supportive of pubs and look for every single positive, but I do have to note for reference that the pub is currently sitting on a 1 star food hygiene rating from Norwich City Council and I will simply link to the report so individuals can make up their own minds.

The service was friendly, the environment was clean and the beers were of a good quality, so its inclusion in the Good Beer Guide seems like an excellent idea to me.

Next up on our little Two Julians visit around Norwich was the Rose on Queen’s Road. The pub was first opened in 1855 and it became a Bullards pub at the end of the nineteenth century, then Watney Mann in 1967, Courage in 1972, Adnams in 1984 and then free trade in 2003 (thanks to https://www.norfolkpubs.co.uk/norwich/rnorwich/ncrot9.htm for this). Julian talks fondly of the former look of the pub’s exterior, but I’m too young to remember it, although George Plunkett has a photo of the side of the building from 1934.

Firstly, it took me a little time to clear up the historic record of what this pub is actually called, as this has made it hard to link old newspaper articles with the correct pub. It’s historically the Rose Tavern, but is currently called the Rose, Rose Pub & Deli or the Rose Inn, I assume to differentiate it from another pub with a similar name in the city. Today, any mention of the Rose Tavern is likely referring to the one on Rupert Street. As some extra excitement, this pub is listed in the Good Beer Guide.

Just as a total aside of very little consequence other than it interested me, this is an early brand deal arrangement back from November 1912:

“STRONG NORWICH EVIDENCE.

ZAM-BUK RESCUES CHILD FROM WET DISFIGURING ECZEMA.

There is a ring of real gratitude about a Norwich mother’s account of the cure by Zam-Buk of her daughter’s shocking eczema. Florence Hicklin is the 14-years-old child of Mr. and Mrs. Richard Nicholls, of the Rose Tavern, Queen’s Road, Norwich. To a “Norwich Mercury” reporter the mother said:—

“The eczema started with small itchy places on Florence’s head. The disease spread rapidly, weeping sores breaking out all over her scalp and completely covering her face. The child suffered great pain in her head and eyes, and she was so ashamed of her awful disfigurement that she flew to a vacant room whenever visitors were shown in.

The itchy wet sores ravaged Florence’s skin frightfully, though I persevered carefully with the treatment specially recommended by a chemist. I also took the child to the hospital. On my way home from the hospital one day I bought a box of Zam-Buk and determined to give the balm a thorough trial.

When I started with Zam-Buk Florence’s head and face were in an awful condition. Within a few days, however, there was a marked change. The balm worked like magic through the crusts of sores, destroying the disease and soothing my child’s awful itch and pain, and I reproached myself for not having tried Zam-Buk earlier.

Keeping carefully to the Zam-Buk treatment I got my reward by seeing all Florence’s disfiguring sores cleared away and replaced by new skin. The girl is now quite free from disease, and has a much healthier and clearer skin than ever she had before I used Zam-Buk. I am deeply grateful for this splendid cure.”

There is only one Zam-Buk, and that is the highly refined preparation sold only in sealed packages bearing the trade mark “Zam-Buk” on the outside. It is prepared from certain valuable herbal extracts by scientific processes which are known only to The Zam-Buk Co., by whom they were discovered and perfected. A box of Zam-Buk retains its wholesomeness for any length of time, and it is guaranteed free from lard and all animal fat or impurity; its healing strength never varies. Of all chemists, at 1/1½ and 2/9 per box.”

And, I’m intrigued to see that Zam-Buk is still produced and is being sold in a number of South Asian countries. Anyway, I’m glad that Florence’s skin cleared up. There must have been something of a local fight as the Yarmouth Independent (the name of the newspaper, not the current Great Yarmouth MP) reported in February 1936 that Florence Freezer (a rather memorable name) had assaulted Dora Harvey, the landlady of the Rose Tavern. However, Freezer’s address was given as 233 Queen’s Road, which is also the address of the pubs, it all sounds like something of a drama.

The events list and I do know how good the Weird Pancakes are, so that’s always recommended.

I had just picked up my new glasses and hadn’t gotten used to taking them off to see what photos I had taken, so there are some which are slightly sub-optimal in terms of quality. Anyway, here’s the keg options with a suitably blurry element to it. The beer selection is well curated and most beer styles are represented here.

The real ales. The service was prompt and polite, although we were the only customers throughout our visit and so we were unlikely to be left waiting long to be served.

Cheeseboards, as the pub has a deli counter, and Good Beer Guide books from over the years.

These images really aren’t great, but my new phone arrives this week so expect some sharpening up on quality. Well, maybe. I’m surprised, just as it’s a little unusual, by how many high tables there are in the pub, but that’s not a complaint, as they’re my personal preference to sit at in terms of comfort.

This is the only bar billiards table that I haven’t played on in Norwich (and I’m pleased to note that I was an early player on the new table at the Artichoke so that one is ticked off my list). My team of the Serengeti plays there next week as a friendly against the Rose, but I’m not in Norwich to join them, but one day I’ll get to play there (although I’ve been saying that for years)…..

I went for the Make it Pacific Sunrise beer from the formidable Brew York brewery. A hoppy, light, fluffy little number. Julian went for the Hop Stash from Nene Valley, which he was suitably impressed by but the brewer has made it impossible to add with any accuracy to Untappd as the pump clip doesn’t mention which hops are in it and there are numerous versions. The beers were both well-kept and at the appropriate temperature, so no issues there.

The beer list and I like how well placed this is so it’s easily possible to see the options available. The Rose did have their beers listed on Untappd which makes things easier, but it does come at quite a price and I can understand why they don’t. I also rather like that they’ve made it clear that 1/3 measures are available, it’s rare that pubs selling craft beer don’t allow this, but it’s helpful for it to be pro-actively mentioned.

The pizza list and I know from past experience that the quality is high.

Overall, I’ve visited here a fair amount over the years, with the service always being friendly and attentive. It must be a little challenging for them as they’re away from the main drag of Norwich city centre pubs and it would be easy to overlook them, but it’s definitely worth making the effort to get here. There’s real ale, craft keg, cheese boards, pizzas and bar billiards and that to me sounds like a rather lovely combination of things. I have nothing negative to note about the pub, it’s a comfortable and well-run venue, with the beer quality being high and its position in the Good Beer Guide as entirely justified IMO.

Next in the Two Julians Norwich series is the Berstrete Gates which, as a disclosure, has been one of my favourite pubs for some time. I accept it’s not a craft beer haven, but many years ago a group of us used to go to the Berstrete Gates every Friday and the lovely owner, Hang Pham, merrily cooked for us every week.

Located on Ber Street, the history of this pub is complex and long, starting with when it was known as the King’s Arms in the early eighteenth century. A few weeks ago, I found an old theatre group mention in a newspaper from nearly 300 years ago and I think they were performing here. Above is the auction details of the pub when it was put up for sale in June 1879 and it had also been auctioned in January 1867 when it was known as “the old King’s Arms”. There have been twelve pubs in Norwich city centre with the name King’s Arms (including another one on Ber Street), so some form of differentiation was necessary. The current building is from the mid to late nineteenth century (I think from around 1870s from maps) and it isn’t listed, with many of the interior features hidden behind some paint, although it retains some charm. Although Nikolaus Pevsner said that the building was “uninteresting”, so don’t come here expecting beautiful pub architecture.

The pub took its current name of Berstrete Gates in June 1937 as it’s very near to the site of where the Ber Strete Gates entrance to the city was located. The gate had been pulled down in 1808, although it dated from the early twelfth century, as part of the destruction of the walls and gates in the city. There’s more about the history of the gate at https://www.norwich.gov.uk/site/custom_scripts/citywalls/29/29.html.

The beer board which is visible when entering the pub and it tells its own story. This is a cheap and cheerful venue, the beer comes in cans and bottles, the product range is limited and the service is exquisite. In more recent history, this was taken over just before Covid by Gary Harvey and I think the timing of his taking over was all a bit unfortunate with a global pandemic ongoing. My friend James and I did go there in that period and the welcome was friendly, personable and immediate. I remember we were offered sausage casserole they had left over from a wake and we promptly then went about four times in that week as they were closing relatively soon after. The furniture layout was unusual to say the least, everything was based around a large central table that looked a little bit more meeting-like than pub-like. I think that the plan was to create a pub where people would talk to others when they entered, but on our final visit there a number of rather young looking girls were scrawling on the walls and so it felt best to retreat back to an adult’s pub. Since January 2024, Hang Pham has taken over behind the bar once again.

The Guinness cost £2.50, a perfectly reasonable price. To add some variety to our visit, Julian went for a can of Holsten Pils, also priced at £2.50. Does beer drinking get much more decadent?

The bar. In not trying to be on-trend, I think it’s strangely become more authentic. It’s quite a stark design and the back room doesn’t seem much used, but it is what it is.

The signage outside and it’s fair to say that it could do with a little of bit of exterior repair work.

The mural was created by John Moray-Smith (1889–1958) in 1938 when the pub was owned by Morgans Brewery. They had purchased it in the 1920s from George May brewery and through acquisition it became part of Bullards, Watney Mann, Brent Walker, Pubmaster and then finally free trade in 2002. George Plunkett, a photographer who has recorded so much of Norwich’s history which might otherwise have been lost, took a photo of it soon after the mural was installed.

This is not a destination pub, it feels much more like an estate pub that just happens to be relatively near to the city centre. It’s got some considerable charm to it and although there’s a chance that it’ll end up as an on-trend craft beer bar in a few years if it doesn’t work out in its current iteration, I rather like what it currently is and the little bit of a local institution that it has become.