Sometime blogging is easy. All I need to do is show you the frontage of a gorgeous backstreet London pub, and a couple of foaming pints of BBB,
and make a joke about pashminas. Job done.
Oh, and stick a map in.
I was a bit confused, as the King’s Arms sounds a bit familiar, but then it’s easy to get it mixed up with the King’s Head, which is a bit earthier but otherwise they share a Proper Pub heritage.
Trad names, no sign of craft, just reliable breweries you’ve heard of. Like Truman and Camden.
I must apologise to the Royal Oak here. We only had an hour to down a pint and walk the mile to the South Bank to pick up tickets at 7pm, which is just stupidly early.
And there was no way I was making Mrs RM run through the back streets after 2 pints. Wars have started because of less.
“Harvey’s or Landlord ?” I asked. I was glad she picked the Landlord.
Another mixed crowd, perhaps a few more tourists than you’d expect. This is the sort of English Pub the Americans sitting next to us come to see. And it was as immaculate as a New York “pub” like the Ear with staff keeping the tables spotless.
I think they were shocked how quick the Harvey’s was slipping down. But I had a cold, and beer is the best thing for a cold, apparently.
magnificently simple food,
and of course “Good Vibrations“.
Where has it been hiding, South East London CAMRA ?