Not many trips to Paddington, or to Kensington in recent years. Matt was there the other month for some skatepark underneath the A40, and raved about the Portobello Market, so I gave that a miss to bring you a bit of local community colour.
The Windsor Castle is one of those famous London pubs that never get in the Beer Guide, like the Cittie of Yorke or, er, London Pub.
I’ve seen better signs (just up the road at the Churchill Arms, for instance).
But my mood lifts as soon as I enter through the wrong door.
Loads of low doors, all of which I headbutted, to universal acclaim.
Loads of rooms, too, so a difficult choice about where to sit and eavesdrop.
A sort of cross between the Free Press and the Queens Head, to use a Cambridge comparator, with clientele to match.
The Old Boy in rainbow braces and green corduroy was clearly the star with his Frank Muir lilt, but sadly he was settling the bill. Probably not for a dozen packets of scratchings.
So I joined the room with a couple of German businessmen debating folk who waited till after 11/11 to get their poppies half-price.
When that conversation lulled I retired to the liveliest room. The giveaway is the two bottles of water.
No-one was clogging the bar; it’s a civilised place, with a civilised beer range.
In the main;
I chose the Landlord again, figuring it couldn’t be worse than at Little Venice. And it was certainly cooler, but a bit syrupy and unconvincing (NBSS 2.5) “Never drink Landlord in London” shouts someone.
Still, it was only £5.20 a pint. A small price to pay to visit this wood panelled gem. They’re famous and they know it.