One new London chain pub is a joy, so what of a second in quick succession ? A mere 7 minutes hop over the many footbridges across the Wharf to the Henry Addington, punctuated by (let’s be honest here) pure gorgeousness. The Henry is the one that BRAPA didn’t take to. Pub 1327, Henry Addington,… Continue reading DRINKING PETROLEUM WITH SCOTS ON THE WHARF
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CANARY (WHARF) IN A CHAIN PUB COAL MINE
I tried so hard to get a blog title using the Police classic (do Americans rate Zenyatta Mondatta ?). Not sure I succeeded. “You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line“. Yep, that’s me. Down to the Thames next, and a walk along the Narrow to the top of Canary Wharf. It’s a… Continue reading CANARY (WHARF) IN A CHAIN PUB COAL MINE
A LIMEHOUSE LOLLOP
Everyone is in East London these days. The Tand has a pad, my lad is at gigs in Hackney most months, and Simon had found a way of living down there at corporate expense. Even Donny John from IndyMan had visited last weekend, the same day I did my mammoth walk from Kings Cross… Continue reading A LIMEHOUSE LOLLOP
6.5% BREAKFAST STOUT BY THE PINT
A couple of short posts praising London (calm down !, calm down !), and then I’ll give you my review of GBG19, featuring bits nicked off BRAPA’s post last night. Amongst the GBG ticking fraternity*, we use the word “professional drinking” to indicate sensible quaffing that maximises ticks without busting the Government limits (the Spanish… Continue reading 6.5% BREAKFAST STOUT BY THE PINT
IN THE TEMPLE OF LOVE (FOR QPR ’67)
Part 3 of the Great Central London Wash-Up took me west (checks compass) from Shoreditch to Temple, via Barbican and Smithfield Market. The route through Farringdon is a lot less glossy than the walk along Fleet Street into Bank, and you bump into less suits. Smithfield is crumbling a bit, but trees growing out of… Continue reading IN THE TEMPLE OF LOVE (FOR QPR ’67)
“AIN’T NO WARM BEER IN THE HEART OF THE CITY”*
Suddenly, the whole world has discovered London, a fast growing town 200 miles south of Manchester. First, BRAPA explores the so-called “hipster quarter” (well, the Tand, Quinno, Doris and I were there recently) King’s Arms, Bethnal Green. This is the most modern day London pub ever! Like a 2018 Chas n Dave with just… Continue reading “AIN’T NO WARM BEER IN THE HEART OF THE CITY”*
MOTHS
Quinno and I pressed on through the mean streets of Bethnal Green, stopping only to admire Lady Dinah’s Cat Emporium. I doubt that Pub Curmudgeon will be relocating from Stockport to Bethnal Green, but E2 has more cat cafes than micro pubs. In fact, it has more Cereal Cafes than micros. #Depraved. Not a great… Continue reading MOTHS
LONDON CASK QUALITY – NEW FACTS EMERGE
Three days back from Dorset, three days of mild cold turning into raging man flu. My planned day in London exploring new Beer Guide pubs already scuppered by you-know-what, I gave up on meeting Stafford Paul and Reading Quinno as well as a Prolapse gig in Hackney. But Quinno, a caring soul, reminded me I… Continue reading LONDON CASK QUALITY – NEW FACTS EMERGE
IT’S A TUFF(NELL PARK) LIFE
Would you Adam and Eve it. Two pints of Pedigree in two days, and in Cambridgeshire and North That London, not Derby. Is this a comeback for Marston’s second finest ? This one came, rather unexpectedly, after I’d been summoned by youngest son Matt to meet him at Boston Music Rooms in Tuffnell Park. Apparently,… Continue reading IT’S A TUFF(NELL PARK) LIFE
TOWER OF LONDON
It’s a well-known fact that Americans only like 3 types of music; Pure Prairie League, Dylan, and early ’80s post-punk. Mark Crilley will get the title reference. We headed for Tower Bridge aimlessly, debating whether Robert P. McCulloch would have been better buying the Royal Oak to rebuild under the (ahem) Arizona Sky than the… Continue reading TOWER OF LONDON
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