One last post from London, which I’ll admit looked fairly stunning on Wednesday.
I’ll bring you my essay on the new Beer Guide tomorrow, but as a taster of the horrors to come, here’s a fact for you;
There’s a bar in the new Beer Guide that’s open a maximum of 110 hours. All year. That’s an average of 18 minutes per day.
It’s not this one;
The Marlborough Arms, my last tick in Central London, keeps very Old School hours;
I always finish a GBG chapter with a pint, but I was regretting that tradition entering a typical WC1 Taylor Walker/Greene King house on Wednesday.
That said, it was busy, a mix of stressed Museum tourists, UCL skivers and office workers giving it the most mixed atmosphere of all my five London newbies. A bit like the Mitre in Cambridge, but with Man City Boys v Lyon Boys on the TV.
Despite the #EndOfTimes, there’s still ordinary folk ready to pay £14.49 for the Big Fish & Chips (£6 in Stotfold), I was impressed to observe.
Goodness knows how much the craft keg cost..
“Greene King IPA please” Always go for the proper beer.
“It is gone” Pointing at the clip turned at a 45 degree angle. So had the Abbot. No Greene King in a key London outlet. #EndOfTimes.
So I had to pick one of those beers probably made under a railway arch or worse. In retrospect I should have picked Old Peculiar rather than the Nightwatchman, but I panicked.
It was £4.70. And it was magnificent. Dark, rich, cool, a beer to pass to Mrs RM and say “Try this, THIS is what cask is all about !” while she drinks her Gamma Ray. NBSS 4+. Honest.
And I guess that’s what you hope for from a new entry, though I note Pubmeister had a less happy experience last week. Ah, the cask ale lottery.
Not much banter (Londoners are very shy), but great beer in a good pub, only slightly let down by the sort of steep stairs you don’t need after five pubs before 2pm.