You need your wits about you when you’re walking past Liverpool Street Station at midday, or you’ll get bumped into by someone refreshing their blog stats or swiping right.
My obstacles are the approximately 137 pubs on the way to the Commercial Tavern,
and the frankly gorgeous views round every corner.
I stopped for some free food. Always take the free food.
Even if it’s not very good.
The Commercial is tucked between Spitalfields Market and Shoreditch High Street, an area best known amongst tickers for the terrifying Crown & Shuttle. And the timewarp that Is Dennis Sever’s House, which remains on my bucket list.
It looks a traditional slice of East London, where it sits in the Guide, but is it open ?
Yes, but I did wonder if I’d stumbled on it mid-demolition.
A gorgeous circular front bar with side room off to the right, and the most wilfully shabby furnishings I’ve seen since the Great Exhibition in Dulwich (the pub not the event). Mrs RM would have got her duster out.
Of course, I loved it.
Beers you’ve almost heard of ! Even the keg.
The barman was lonely (one other bloke round the corner) but immensely cheery and helpful, serving a very tasty half of Black Iris (NBSS 3.5).
With no conversations to overhear, I made do with admiring the wallpaper, which reminded me a bit of a nightmare I had in my own bedroom in 1975.
And I’m sure I had a lampshade just like this one.
Of course, midday in Shoreditch and 10pm are different worlds. Can’t wait for the BRAPA report.
Anyway, it worked for me. Handy for Beigel Bake, too.
NB If I’d known the Commercial was going to be in the Guide, I’d have popped in with Quinno two weeks ago. Of course, with a two week delay in getting the Guide I was denied that Fundamental Human Right.
If you want to know what CAMRA members consider more important than me, Duncan and Si getting our Guide early, look at Discourse. Undercooked broccoli and the proper word for a “festival goer”, that’s what.