As sure as night follows day, Kilburn follows Colindale in the world of the GBG ticker.
Not sure why I decided to walk, something to do with the calories in the Spoons fudge brownie I guess. And a desire to explore an unexciting bit of the A5.
The first two miles are some of the dullest in the whole of the UK, just warehouses and retail and flyovers. And the Wing Yap Chinese shop.
Those two flat whites were seeming A Bad Idea By Brondesbury, which as you know was a rejected Ted Nugent album title. Never blame the beer, always coffees.
Things picked up in Cricklewood, perhaps the first time anyone has ever said that.
I made it to the loos in the Beaten Docket, one of the first London GBG pubs I ever visited, for inexplicable reason. It was as “lively” as I remembered.
Tim had a fair number of Spoons round here, selling a few of the rougher diamonds in the late ’90s, and I always assumed these wet-led boozers with minimal food trade were at risk.
And there’s clearly not been a penny spent on modernisation, bar the coffee machines. But still the drinkers come.
The other stand-out round here is the Crown Hotel, which looked rather majestic in a keg way.
Of course there’s the odd Irish bar like Barrett’s (top), though less than you’d imagine.
Actually, as you enter Kilburn, and realise that you’ve actually beat the bus you could have caught from Colindale, what you notice are the smart Mediterranean cafes which make you realise you’ve actually nearly walked to Hampstead.
And then you check and realise that Kilburn now has more Beer Guide entries than Hampstead, which is shocking for a place that gave us the Flask and Holly Bush.
Even more pub heritage in the Black Lion, especially for Truman fans.
Loads to see round here, from veg,
to fading match ads,
to intriguing churches.
Quite an uplifting half hour, in fact, before the Sir Colin Campbell opens at 4pm (why ?).
Irish boozer gone upmarket, I deduce, perhaps unfairly.
It’s pleasant, but I doubt it sells enough cask.
And the obligatory Otter is an adequate but uninspiring NBSS 2.
Come for the food trucks, come for Guinness, come after 6pm.
Still, job done in London. Bar one.