I wrote last nights post about beer range bullies in Heathrow, at the end of a day in London with decent pubs and average beer.
Passing Euston on the way back to Camden to collect a couple of teenagers from a metalcore night, I thought “Ah, Bree Louise“. As you do. It might be my last chance before the diggers move in as the pub gets demolished to make way for HS2.
Now if any London pub divides opinion, it’s the multi award-winning Bree Louise. Look at the pub review sites and you’ll see that for some folk it’s come to symbolise what’s wrong with London pubs. Vast ranges, inconsistent beer.
Personally, I’ve had beer between NBSS 2 and NBSS 3.5 over a number of visits. Last time there, a duff pint from the barrel was changed with bad grace.
But it’s a classic London local. So good I popped in here after City beat Sunderland in the League Cup Final in 2014. Even then I had to pop in the Euston Tap for cooler beer.
But quibbles aside, a popular pub is a popular pub. As always, the Bree was bustling yesterday. A good mix of folk providing the same sort of atmosphere you get in Stapleford’s Horse & Jockey or Stockport’s Magnet. Folk who enjoy their beer but don’t obsess over it.
A bit of a Post Grad/rugby crowd vibe last night, which at least meant the beer was “selling like hot cakes” for a change. Resisting the Plum Porter was a mistake.
I was lucky to get a seat, even if it was next to the loos. The smoking ban has at least ensured a proportion of a pub’s custom will sit outside even in sub-arctic weather.
At the bar I asked a Welsh chap what I should drink. You should always ask a Welshman when the question is about beer.
He said go for the New River Five Inch Drop. Luckily it wasn’t an 8% mango sour. The beer in the Bree tends to stick to the relatively mainstream, style-wise at least.
This was excellent, cool and very hoppy (shock), one of the best pints I’ve had here (NBSS 3.5).
Traditionally it’s been the beer from the barrel that’s struggled in the London heat, so I thought I’d end my night with Stod Fold Dark, hidden in the bottom row of casks.
I cannot lie; this was nectar, one of the best pints anywhere this month (NBSS 4). The beer does come from Halifax, mind, so you should expect the best.
So I signed the form to record my protest. It’ll be the signature that looks like it came from Guido Fawkes after being stretched.
Thanks for the memories. And best wishes to all the staff affected.