This is going to be a short post from me as it only features phone photos taken on a late-September, Sunday evening in Plymouth visiting a few pubs. This is here primarily for completeness as it doesn’t really fit in with the post covering the day’s activities at the Eden Project, nor does it belong as part of an exploration of Plymouth undertaken on our first evening in the city or on the last, full day of our time spent there. And it might even be of use to someone looking for somewhere to have a drink in Plymouth. You don’t know that it won’t.
The end of our day in Cornwall saw us back in Devon and in search of something to eat and drink. Covid restrictions had already played a part on our first evening in Plymouth and there was an impact at the hotel too with the attached brasserie only being open for room delivery on a Sunday evening. We didn’t really fancy the idea of sitting on the bed or by the dressing table with a plate each so were already looking at eating in the city, but we also knew that attempts to wander into dining establishments the night before hadn’t been too successful on account of the need to book ahead. A few minutes searching on the phone, however, located us a bar a few minutes away doing basic pub food that could be booked online, and that won our custom because if I’ve got to pick between booking over the web and booking over the phone then the web will be victorious every time. Talk to a human? Me? The very thought!
Obviously, Wetherspoon’s was not an option. We have standards which may not be high but they’re not so low as to support the likes of that business.
We booked a table at Revolution Plymouth, wandered over, and discovered that we had the entire venue to ourselves and probably needn’t have bothered with all that searching and reserving anyway. No big deal. Burgers and fries satisfied our need to eat and we washed that down with ale and cider before discovering the cocktail menu. We had seats, we were indoors, and we wouldn’t have any trouble getting served so it seemed wrong to leave before taste-testing what was on offer. Everything was perfectly fine and I was apparently the first person to ever order a Manhattan for the barmaid to make.
It was getting dark when we left Revolution which gave us the chance to see the nearby Theatre Royal colourfully-illuminated and the somewhat menacing sculpture adopting a three-point stance outside it as we headed for somewhere else.
That somewhere else ended up being The Ship which was full inside but had plenty of tables at which we could plonk ourselves down outside by the harbour. Social distancing was enforced by only allowing patrons to sit on alternate tables. Because we’d distracted the barman with a quick chat as he was pouring drinks we ended up getting a pint instead of a half for my wife at no extra cost. We offered to pay the difference because it was clearly a genuine mistake but we were waved away. The pleasant view, ability to order from the table and appealing-looking food options, and friendliness of the barman ensured that we’d make a return visit to this pub on the following day too.
The final Plymouth pub of the evening for us was the Cider House which we’d hit on our first evening in the city too. Small, quiet, and with a fabulous range of boxed ciders, it’s the sort of place you almost have to have a drink in if you’re visiting the West Country.
Our next day in Plymouth (covered in the next post in this series) would be our last before making our way along the coast towards Weymouth to complete this week’s break.
