I had an hour to waste before Eltham’s micro-pub opened, which gave me just enough time to get lost in Eltham Park, which in itself is quite a feat. With a better camera I’d have taken a nice shot for you showing the majesty of the London skyline. Use your imagination.
This is a corner of our second city I don’t know well, southern Greenwich having graced the GBG little over the years,. It’s also one of few places Mrs RM hasn’t done consultancy work in (yes, she even worked in Crayford for a spell).
My only other trip out here was to the famed Howerd Club (now closed), possibly named after a regular who drank London Pride there every day for 63 years. On my visit I was informed I’d just missed a chap who’d visited 4,000 pubs in the Beer Guide. I should have asked if he had a Newbury accent.
The High Street wins no awards for beauty, but the parks are little gems, aided by our usual decent English weather.
Street art is sparse, but this comment on the outrageous parking charges, or something, does show commendable colour matching.
There’s quite a lot of building work going on down Passey Place, so I had a nose around, and stumbled on the rather gorgeous Park Tavern.
I’d have stopped for a pint of Otter just to admire the tiling, but obviously there are government restrictions on alcohol unit consumption these days. Incidentally, I was comparing notes with two fellow GBG tickers this week and admitted to a lack of memory about a fair few pubs. Apparently I’ve been to the Park before and scored it highly. Hard to believe you’d forget that tiling.
The new micro can’t match that exterior, but has a cosiness some lack, particularly if you’re tucked round the corner from the casks. Lots of Kent beer in London micros it seems, and a decent Whistable beer in the Long Pond (NBSS 3). Once again, a cheery landlord of the first order here.
The Howerd felt like a precursor to today’s micros, and I’m guessing some of The Long Pond‘s custom comes from there. Five minutes after its 5pm opening it was nearly full. There may have been the odd discussion about “Euro fizz” and “Doom Bar as a swear word“, but the banter about Royal Academy’s exhibition on Russian revolutionary art marked this place out as a proper local rather than a cheery beery club.
Of course, even if it were an Ember Inn, I’d forgive it for the Bass mirror and clock.
NB Eltham has some famous sons and daughters, but I failed to spot Billy, Bob or the Boy.