On to one of the real tourist honeypots that the Guide brings you kicking and screaming to, in this case on a slow train from Denmark Hill.
“Welcome to Bromley” screams the sign welcoming tourists, probably.
This is the place that South-east London and West Kent shoppers used to travel to in the decades before Bluewater, Amazon and Ikea.
It’s still heaving on the one main street leading south to north and containing 88.2% of the High Street brands.
Frankly, it’s poor blog material, even with a Hog Roast Hut. If you did an analysis of my DNA I would share about 0.3% of it with Mary Portas.
It took me ten minutes to find something of mild interest.
This is my first visit in what feels like a decade, back when the GBG pubs were seemingly smart foodie Fullers houses (is there any other type ?). No longer.
Just as Stockport loses Robbies pubs from the Guide, and SA Brain houses drop out in Cardiff, so the GBG trend against family brewers continues into Bromley, and we’re left with the attractive Star and Garter, bang next to the funeral directors.
Inside, it’s all very smart and modern, like a Nicholsons with keener pricing and better beer. You may take that as a firm recommendation; Richard will love it.
I had to have the cask, and had to have the Jarl, because it was Jarl. And good it was too, if a bit chilled (NBSS 3+).
But it took a while to get served, as the customers, Primark bags at the bar, INSISTED ON MULTIPLE TASTERS. Of the expensive keg beers too, not the cask.
What is this taster nonsense ? Have a couple of pints of Mikkeller, or Coconut Agamemnon Stout; it won’t kill you, and will make living in Bromley seem a lot better.
That apart, great place.