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Little Gems

One of my favorite things about traveling is discovering local hidden gems.  I love nothing more than stepping out of the hustle and bustle and ducking into a little place so and so told me about. The understated café that lies just beneath the tourist radar. The pub off the beaten track that not everybody knows about (yet).

A recent favorite is the Southampton Ale & Cider House in London, recommended by the brilliant photographer Brian Ferry.

Let not the unpromising exterior deceive you and don’t be detoured by the simple interior either. Take a seat, set your preconceived notions aside, and I assure you that you will not be disappointed. If the pub dog strolling around greeting patrons is any indication, the atmosphere is laid-back. There is a piano near the rear, which leads to the beer garden, which is lit by fairy lights and has a sign that reads:

“The garden closes at 10. Please head in BY 10. Compliance is advised. Negotiations will not be entertained. The leopard will be released at 10:02. In the meantime S.T.F.U. Thanks and happy dancing!”

It is this tongue-in-cheek attitude that makes this pub an instant fave. I’ve always preferred a down to earth place with a good sense of humor to white glove service. It’s true that the decor is fairly uninspiring and certainly won’t win any interior design contests: dim lighting, plain wooden floors, a few random photos hanging on the walls as well as some cheeky signs such as the one above. But you aren’t there for the light fixtures and wall paper. It’s your love of a good ale and cider that has drawn you to this establishment and that is where the Southampton excels. The sign painted on the brick wall outside advertises: ALE, CIDER, MEAT, which is exactly what you get: 10 rotating real ales and 8 real ciders on tap and hot meat in a bap. That’s it.  Simple. No pretense. Just good local brews from small independant UK breweries.

We arrive in the afternoon. Bob Dylan is playing on vinyl behind the bar and a fire is lit in the center of the room, which certainly adds to the magic, especially after coming in from the bitter cold. We sit at the bar and taste test a few ciders before settling on a couple pints of medium dry and a sausage roll (my vegetarian diet flies out the window when I travel, much to my digestive system’s dismay). I take a photo of the sausage roll and notice the bartender looking at me with a bit of a grin on his face before asking facetiously, “Have you never seen a sausage roll before?”. I’m getting used to the English taking the piss. I’m not yet quick witted enough to retort but I am quite capable of laughing it off.

We move from the bar to a small table near the back, during which time the smell of hot roasted pork baps fills the room. The bar tender had informed us that the baps would arrive at 3:30. I half expected the red carpet to be rolled out, such was his enthusiasm. What is a pork bap you might be wondering? It’s basically a bread roll filled with meat. A good old traditional English bite. I know my stomach will rebel against this pork assault later but I am a sucker for experiences and one is hard pressed to resist the smell of a hot bap, so naturally, we partake. It feels like the right thing to do.

Slowly, people trickle in after a hard day’s work (the Brits really do enjoy the pub life) and by the time we leave, the place is packed with folks from all walks of life.

There is nothing particularly extraordinary about this place but that’s what I love about it. I’ve never felt really comfortable in fancy establishments. I am a salt of the earth kind of gal so it stands to reason that the Southampton Ale & Cider House felt like home to me. And at £3 a pint, you simply can’t go wrong.

I think Time Out London said it best: “Drinking here is a bit like dropping in on an old friend who lives in a slightly shabby but utterly comfortable country cottage.”

Fancy a pint?

What is your favorite little gem (either in your own city or discovered during one of your travels)?

Jeanine Caron is a regular contributor to Gypsy Girl’s Guide.

The travel, the taste, the memory

by Leonie Wise

One of the first things I check out when we travel is where to find the good food spots:

* Where are the markets?
* Where are the places that locals go to eat?
* Where might we find something unusual?
* Where could I take my beloved and/or meet friends?

Consequently, some of my best memories from travelling are also amazing food memories.

I will never forget the day in New Zealand where I sat quietly, with tears rolling down my face, eating an amazing bar of chocolate in the company of three very dear friends, watching the sun go down.

Or the picnic, enjoyed on top of a bunker: overlooking Cook Strait and the Wellington airport… also in the company of friends.


San Francisco will be remembered for the amazing Mexican dinner at the restaurant next door to the hotel we stayed in. It was my first real-life blogger meet and the memory of that night, more than any other thing we did or saw there, that makes that trip unforgettable.

Traveling back through photographs of the brat festival in Madison, Wisconsin brings back great memories of the time we lived there, leading my thoughts on to the co-op where I did our weekly grocery shopping.

My mouth waters when I think of Balinese nasi goreng, and instantly reminds me of an amazing trip we had, in the company of friends, to mourn the loss of so many people during the bombing of the sari club the year before.

Thinking about Venice, I will always be reminded of a place the locals eat, where my husband’s teeth and lips turned black from squid ink pasta. and for the ombra rossi and cichetti, the plate propped on the wall of the canal, our view over the water.

Our last small digital camera fell prey to the evils of sticky mulled wine, when I sneezed whilst carrying it through borough market, arms laden with produce.

I have dined in the dark, tried whacky foods at The Fat Duck, found Michelin starred restaurants in the middle of nowhere, dined on porridge with cream & brown sugar overlooking the most magnificent scenery, found peace in the countryside whilst eating potatoes freshly dug from the earth, attended a Door County fish boil and picnicked under the Eiffel Tower.

I always manage to find a great local market or co-op in which to do my shopping. I will travel halfway across London in order to buy fresh oyster mushrooms collected by a forager, and go out of my way to find cafes where I can hang out, by myself, or meet my friends.

Because, for me, all these things go together: memories, food, travel, and friends.

How about you? Could you share with us some of your best food memories from the road?

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Leonie Wise is a poet, photographer, adventurer and life enthusiast. She lives in London, England, though will always call New Zealand home. She lives creatively, dreams big crazy dreams, and is often seen without any shoes. Laughter is her superpower. Flickr: leonie wise Twitter: @postcardsfrom Etsy:  thejourney Blog: conversations with the soul