Bristol, Banksy and Bottles of Booze


I was born and raised less than an hour from Bristol, and yet I know very little about the city. So, with a visiting friend from America, the plan was to play tourists and see the city. It didn’t necessarily go to the touristy plan, but we found some great places nonetheless.

We didn’t see the suspension bridge in daylight (photos below are from a separate trip to Clifton) but we did drive over it at night, and back underneath it. One of the travel sites did claim that Bristol was like a British San Francisco- maybe a stretch- but exclamations of “it’s like the Golden Gate Bridge!” may add some credibility to Brunel’s engineering feat and the kudos for Britain’s once second city.

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So, we started down at the Harbourside, walking through the crafts markets and stopping at The Stable, a place claiming”We’re all about the pizza, pies and cider”. We had a pie (“The Lamb Bam Boogie”) and the four cheese pizza, accompanied by a bottle of Prosecco.

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We then ventured up Park Street and looked at some of the street art. This is a great site to get a map of all the different street art in Bristol before reaching the top of Park Street.


With such a strenuous walk, we needed to pause: so we popped into Jamie’s Italian for the second bottle of the day before walking along to Zero Degrees micro brewery for drinks.

We then ended up at Rosemarino in Colston for dinner, where we had beautiful carne antipasti and I had delicious squid ink arancini.

So, less tourism, more indulgence. I wasn’t on vacation, but ate and drank like I was. Oops!