When I listed opening times, taking your pint back and Bass braces as the most popular things on this blog, I inexplicably forgot London Murky.
Here’s some more London Murky, just for the Mudg(i)es.
And a map showing why I get so confused by geography.
The Prince gets a listing under Wood Green this year, probably Ally Pally in 2020, then New White Hart Lane in 2021.
I hope it stays in. The beer was great, it opened earlier than the GBG says, and the man on the sign reminded me of Mark E Smith (it’s not, it’s former Spurs manager Christian Gross, Prince of Passing).
It’s tucked away, close to Ally Pally but serving a fairly leafy bit of North London.
The big problem with London is that the pithy little bits of park give you nowhere for an emergency comfort break when you get off the tube, so you inevitably look like someone abusing the pub facilities when you rush in at 83mph, stopping only for the photo of the tiling.
Owned by locals, run by the same folk as the Duke’s Head down the road.
Don’t laugh, Northerners, but these are decent prices for beer in N22.
Quite why I went for the weakest, and worst value, table beer I don’t know. Inexperience in the craft game.
Perhaps I was keen to see what the mighty Almasty* could brew up at 3.2%. I wasn’t expecting the full-on grapefruit murk, but was delighted nonetheless.
It felt about 4%, and scored about 3.5. Not quite a session beer, but another winner.
There were half a dozen in, mid-afternoon mid-week, which is as good as it gets in a lot of pubs not called Wetherspoons.
Better lighting than in Antic pubs, and more modern art.
But the same old handwash.
*From Newcastle, which is now sending murk to London, symbolically