BRAPA would have come up with a witty title, something involving “Some Like It Hot” (the song, duh) and rhyming Battersea with “I need a pee” and oh, how we’d laugh.
But I’ve overwritten my notes from this one and I’m not in the mood for frivolities.
Besides, I was tense as the Battersea Brewery Tap was my last South London tick, and we all know how keen brewery taps are at being closed for private functions/”essential maintenance”/because they can’t be bothered to update Facebook.
For some daft reason, I convinced myself I ought to get there by 14:45 in case they closed lunchtimes or something trad.
London, like Manchester, never rests.
I’d walked along this stretch of the Thames 5 years ago , when I was impressed by Nine Elms and noted “the sad looking power station“.
Just think, this was only built 44 years ago to provide a tethering point for Pink Floyd’s pig (or something, I’m not a prog fan).
At least my brewery was open, with a sole lager drinker before a group of Americans (not THEM) popped in to marvel at the kettles.
Being a beer expert I can tell you it was a red ale, as it was red. There’s course for this sort of thing I believe.
I’ll be honest, I’ve no idea what the Proper Pubs are around here, over the water from Chelsea. But I’m sure if you ask at the American embassy they’ve a secret bar with Bud and Coors on draft; I’d try there.