retiredmartin

One new London chain pub is a joy, so what of a second in quick succession ?

A mere 7 minutes hop over the many footbridges across the Wharf to the Henry Addington, punctuated by (let’s be honest here) pure gorgeousness.

The Henry is the one that BRAPA didn’t take to.

Don’t sit on the fence, Si !

Actually, it does look a bit dull…

Oh, very dull.

I should say that after leaving Craft, I’d called this place to confirm they’d be open ’till 6pm (as stated) to serve me actual beer, and the friendly lady was very specific about being open.

But you can never be sure so I got my skates on (figuratively) as the clock struck 5

Food had just finished, but there were still a dozen drinkers dotted about on high tables.  The question is WHY ?   Well, the other places are identical, so why not ?

“Which beer is selling fastest ?”  I ask the genuinely cheerful Italian barman.

“Well, those two over there have been drinking this one…”  gestures to the Orkney “It looks like petroleum !”  he adds with a mixture of wonder and disgust.

Two homesick Scots have obviously decided that Dark Island is the next best thing in the absence of Tennents.

I nod to appreciate their beer recommendation by proxy, but sit outside where the views and banter are best.

A couple of tourists are drinking Peroni ahead of two days trips to a South West cathedral town, the latest craze sweeping Europe.

The only bants I actually pick up is meaningless management speak, which clearly transcends national boundaries.

It’s sort of dreadful, except for one thing.  The beer is cool, rich and thick, worth NBSS 3.5+ even if it’s down to two homesick Scots.

That’s why it’s in the Beer Guide, Si.