If you are seriously committed to a pub crawl, then be warned, do
not visit the Duke of Edinburgh.
This is the sort of place that can totally destroy your will to
move on. If you enter this pub, you are running the serious risk you will stay until last
orders.
We discovered it on Good Friday night. We were hungry, because
nowhere in Hull seemed to be serving food (and crisps can only get you so far), and we were very
very cold.
We were made welcome, and in no time were tucking into the best
value scampi and chips we have ever seen. The Duke is an obvious relic of a long gone pattern of
settlement; and it is now perched oddly on the edge of an industrial estate. No obvious community
surrounds it: yet they descended on it anyway, and the atmosphere in the place was superb.
At least we resisted the karaoke... And the walk back over the
Drypool Bridge at chucking-out time seemed much warmer than the outbound crossing.
And the Pub? Oh, yes, the Pub. Well it used to be called the Gate
Beerhouse as it was sited at the entrance to the Victoria Dock Basin. The name changed to
commemorate the visit of Victoria's first born; then newly crowned Duke of... yes, you guessed
it.
