My congratulations to Pubmeister, who has made his trips (nearly) completing the London branch of the GBG sound quite interesting. I don’t have the same skill set as Duncan, particularly when it comes to outer North London (beyond the Duke’s Head).
No new pubs, but revisiting old pubs isn’t always bad.
And the John Baird had scored badly for beer quality on my previous visit a decade or more ago. As you’ll know, I always give a second chance.
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Despite the usual open-plan blandness, it was cosy and convivial, numbers buoyed by showings of Arsenal v Everton to the left and some oval ball nonsense to the right.
We found the table where my big head wouldn’t obscure the Gooners‘* view of Ozil falling over, and ordered the set Thai meal. Very good it was too.
Being a Gentleman, I bought Mrs RM a pint of Punk IPA. Then she let me nick some of her prawns.
This being That London, the cask choice was, as the Beer Guide says, “a mecca for real ale fans“.
It certainly was for fans of BBB. Sharps Atlantic, Everards Sunchaser or Courage Directors. That’s what I call choice.
As is now customary, here is the head of the Directors. Very attractive it is, and pretty tasty (NBSS 3+). Chilliest pint of the year, though, and I like cool.
“Are they really watching the match ?” said Mrs RM as a 5th goal was bundled in to a near silence only matched by the final whistle, the gap to City cut to 37 points. I took Mrs RM to a match at Highbury in the ’90s when people were actually sleeping around her (this is true).
For LifeAfterFootball, some excellent names for the Fantasy Football teams;
A huge cheer erupted from the right of the bar as we prepared to leave. I assumed it was a fresh barrel of Spitfire being unveiled on the fourth pump, but apparently some Irish bloke had kicked the ball over some sticks.
Time to find some real Gooners who’d actually been to the match.
`*Note to Americans – nothing to do with Cyndi Lauper