I don’t remember Mr. Daniel’s convenience store, but above the street would have been a great place to watch all the nightlife from! As a teenager from the age of fifteen I worked as a waitress, first in a Mexican restaurant which was owned by the Greek mafia who ran the Barbican (allegedly), and then in The Lobster Pot. They both knew that I’d lied about my age but it was cash in hand (£10 to work the evening shift!) and the tips were dreadful, but I spent about two years at the latter restaurant. We used to sit down after closing at about midnight and have pasta and vodka with the kitchen staff. They were a fun lot and I learned some good phrases from the mostly Italian staff! They also had a piano and a lovely old pianist called Bobby who, as a small boy, had played in the silent movie theatres before the talkies. Different times!
I love cities too! And I too find them friendlier than their reputation would indicate. I have lived in various locations around Bristol, all within a mile of the centre, but never in your fabulous spot on the water. I also lived in Plymouth for a while - not down by the Hoe although I spent many a Saturday night in the pubs on the Barbican. My favourite place was in zone one in London by Marylebone Station before it all went upmarket. We rented a flat looking over the train tracks and had a local pub in the next alleyway. It was someone’s front room, the ladies toilets were upstairs in their house and they did lock-ins at the weekend. I’m now in zone three, but it feels like the sticks. I’ll make it back to zone one one day. I’m glad you’ve found a place to be happy in Bristol - cities rock!
We lived in a flat above Mr Daniel’s convenience store in the Barbican when we first got married. Loved it! We used to sit on the outside of our sash windows and dangle our legs over Southside St and watch the action down below.
I don’t remember Mr. Daniel’s convenience store, but above the street would have been a great place to watch all the nightlife from! As a teenager from the age of fifteen I worked as a waitress, first in a Mexican restaurant which was owned by the Greek mafia who ran the Barbican (allegedly), and then in The Lobster Pot. They both knew that I’d lied about my age but it was cash in hand (£10 to work the evening shift!) and the tips were dreadful, but I spent about two years at the latter restaurant. We used to sit down after closing at about midnight and have pasta and vodka with the kitchen staff. They were a fun lot and I learned some good phrases from the mostly Italian staff! They also had a piano and a lovely old pianist called Bobby who, as a small boy, had played in the silent movie theatres before the talkies. Different times!
Good times!
I love cities too! And I too find them friendlier than their reputation would indicate. I have lived in various locations around Bristol, all within a mile of the centre, but never in your fabulous spot on the water. I also lived in Plymouth for a while - not down by the Hoe although I spent many a Saturday night in the pubs on the Barbican. My favourite place was in zone one in London by Marylebone Station before it all went upmarket. We rented a flat looking over the train tracks and had a local pub in the next alleyway. It was someone’s front room, the ladies toilets were upstairs in their house and they did lock-ins at the weekend. I’m now in zone three, but it feels like the sticks. I’ll make it back to zone one one day. I’m glad you’ve found a place to be happy in Bristol - cities rock!
We lived in a flat above Mr Daniel’s convenience store in the Barbican when we first got married. Loved it! We used to sit on the outside of our sash windows and dangle our legs over Southside St and watch the action down below.
Your pub sounds awesome!
We experienced a bit of everything. We’ve been happy everywhere we've lived so far. Hope it stays that way :)