We'd had a look earlier at the menu outside a pub called The Place and it didn't look too bad so we walked the short distance from previous pub The Tavern, they seemingly only go for simple pub names in Brean.
I quite liked The Place, it wasn't a particularly good pub, but it was an ideal venue for some no nonsense pub grub and a pint. The beer was surprisingly good, my pint of Butcombe Bitter was very drinkable (Shelley too was impressed with her wine) and the food absolutely hit the spot, butterfly chicken for me and a piece of steak for Shelley just in case you are interested / the type of person that posts pictures of your food on Facebook.
Like every pub in Brean The Place was disappointingly family friendly, an observation backed up by the fact that there were seven children's high chairs stacked up in the corner. Maybe they were expecting an influx of kids as a result of Sooty's meet and greet that weekend at The Tavern !!
The pub itself was huge and quickly filled up with blokes with groups of young lads, we soon discovered that they were in Brean for a rugby tournament that weekend at Pontins. Rugby tournament?! When I used to go to Butlins as a child the only tournaments held back in those days were Glamorous Grandma and Miss Butlins. Where's it all gone wrong I ask myself?!!
We stopped for a second pint while we let our food settle then we psyched ourselves up to hit another sophisticated establishment on the Brean Strip.
UPDATE 3rd May
Our meal at The Place the previous night meant that there was no hesitation in us making a return visit following our visit to Weston. We were entertained during our bus journey back to Brean by a woman from who was originally from Solihull and had moved to Brean to live. She had been to the Weston working men's club that afternoon and to say that she was somewhat intoxicated would be an understatement. She told us her life story including the fact that since she'd been living in Weston, husband number one and husband number two had passed away. I couldn't get off the bus quickly enough in case she'd got her eyes on me as victim number three !!
We made an if it ain't broke don't fix it decision with our choice of food with us both having the same meal as we'd had the previous evening, with mine being washed down once again with a pint of Butcombe Bitter.
Our food was demolished in double quick time as our afternoon beers and the sea air had given us quite an appetite.
Once we were fed and watered it was time once again for us to hit the Brean Strip...
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