‘Ye Shakespeare’ calls itself one of Bristol’s oldest pubs, which is suspiciously widespread claim to the point it’ll inevitably boil over into some kind of Battle Royale but with more arson. Despite it being just across the bridge from the Old City/Castle Park, I’d never yet explored this side of the river – a night out with a friend (and the fact that Wetherspoons was packed for the Six Nations) led us to this pleasantly cosy spot. Continue reading →