Speaking of High Barnet, as I was, it does have one pub gem, and some decent parkland beneath the M25. Sadly its classic sloping pitch at Underhill was vacated a few years ago in favour of a dull modern ground in Edgware. Some people never learn from Yeovil.
The tube at High Barnet is probably its biggest asset, though it has managed to cling on to the Mitre, one of the classic London coaching inns. Occasionally you have to grit your teeth and revisit an old favourite when a town hasn’t had a new GBG pub for years, and the Mitre lures you in with its classic windows and promise of professional drinkers.
Mrs RM immediately found the seat nearest to the furnace and began to complain about lack of Wi-Fi, rather than lack of beermats.
The place was pretty packed by 7pm, and a fair bit of ale was being drunk, by a larger range of customers than you often see in London. It was 1995 when I first came here, and the beer range is as traditional now as it was then. Punk IPA on tap is the only sign we’re in a craft world now.
The chap before me ordered the Landlord, so obviously I followed his lead. The huge head on that pint is probably a giveaway. Mrs RM rated it very highly (NBSS 4) but she may be over-generous.
For a town pub, there was good banter between staff and punters;
“Pint and a half of Abbot”
“In the same glass mate ?”
Chap pretends to ask his friend is that’s OK. “No, two glasses please”
The views out the windows aren’t, perhaps, quite as stellar, but this reminds me a bit of the Holly Bush in Hampstead, though I suspect that’s more food-driven now that Fullers have it.
QUIZ TIME – One of the other pubs in town has the oddest opening hours I’ve seen in ages – which is it and what’s a possible explanation ?