A number of you* have asked for more features on brewery taps on this blog, getting bored of all these pictures of churches, street art and Primark bags.
This one’s for you, as Neil Young probably sang.
I’d been warned about the back streets of Battersea by someone who shall remain nameless. I must be either ignorant or a large but fast-walking 53 year old bloke as I never feel worried walking round the back streets of anywhere, except Maidenhead on New Year’s Eve.
Mind, I did stop here on the way,
which may have helped. The prayers would have been better spent asking that the pub was open.
Frankly, I was more worried about the proximity of the aptly-named Four Thieves, which stole £10.45 off me a couple of years ago (and I never let you forget it).
I’d walked this route along the Thames path (where it exists) on my way to Fulham in 2016, and it was pleasing/disappointing to see nothing has changed.
Sambrook’s Tap is what we in the ticking industry call “A challenge“, only open Thursday and Friday evenings and Saturday. Particularly frustrating when all my London trips for gigs have been on Tuesdays and Sundays this GBG year.
But here it is. Is there life at 12.05 ?
Yes, a bloke in overalls fixing something, or possibly brewing beer or whatever breweries do.
The pubby bit is up the steps, and is quite pubby, in that retro Antic fashion.
One barman, and one other bloke, a former Youngs employee with a pleasing knowledge of Youngs boozers (at least they were, before 2007).
My experience of Sambrook’s is pretty much decent but unexciting Wandle in unexciting South London gastropubs, so here was its chance to shine on home turf.
And it did (NBSS 3.5), but not as much as the 6.9% Black IPA they’d just put on (NBSS 4) or the sampler of the 10% Imperial Stout (NBSS 5, beer of the year). It was cool but warming, like a stronger Old Tom, and wrote off my afternoon.
I blame our “server”, the most engaging barperson of the year, even after spending Friday nights “free pints !” clearing up vomit as Rugby fans can’t hold their drink. I thought the Twickers crowd might be descending on us before the game against the Aussies, but we were spared.
I don’t normally recommend Brewery Taps, but I’d travel here just to talk life and pubs with this bloke. But if they’ve got the Imperial Stout on, don’t expect to do much later.
*Zero is a number.