Having just told the estimable Scott that Dublin is more pubby than Copenhagen, here’s a series of reports on bars that were as good as anywhere, even if they lacked old blokes and falling over drunks.
The Lord Nelson is tucked just off the main shopping streets between the Tivoli and Nyhavn, but has the feel of a neighbourhood craft bar like the Magnet, Olde Vic or Blue Moon (for the benefit of Stockport and Cambridge readers). Slightly lived in/scruffy, if you like.
Five minutes after leaving Charlie’s excellent take on a Borough boozer, this felt like an introduction to the Copenhagen craft onslaught I’d been promised.
Grief, but it was dark. I’d had a look at their website so I knew they served something local and strong called Body Pillow, among what looked a totally Danish micro line-up.
These are the handwritten labels, and the candlelight by which you attempt to read them;
In Leeds I might have construed this as a rouse to keep blind old buggers like me out of their hipster joints, but here they were relentlessly helpful, offering me a beer menu with big type on it.
Nice T-shirt too.
This is the Body Pillow, £6.50 (40cl) worth of Oakham Citra with bite. That’s what I wrote, so it must be true. The chunky glass helped, none of your Teku nonsense.
A nicely mixed crowd of dice players, drunk Yanks (only takes a half pint) and students, though only BRAPA could have interpeted the Danish bants. All very unshowy, and unexpectedly so.
Connoisseurs of dark pubs, strong beers and toilet graffiti should add this to the list of Copenhagen places to nip in while you leave the wife in McDonalds. Or vice versa.