Archive for the ‘pubs’ Category

Bristol Tap Needed Urgently

Sunday, August 15th, 2010

Waiting for a train to Keynsham at Bristol Temple Meads station this weekend, we found ourselves wishing that someone would roll the Sheffield Tap concept out across the country.

As it is, we went without a pint, not much fancying a light lager or keg bitter in a in plasticky pub/cafe/newsagent, with an atmosphere of oppressive gloom.

Opening a decent pub on the platform at Bristol would be easier said than done, though. Unlike Sheffield, where you can wander onto platform one without a ticket, Temple Meads is locked down tighter than Checkpoint Charlie. They’d have to redesign the whole station around the pub, which, we suspect, is not going to happen.

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Night falls on St Mystere

Sunday, August 1st, 2010

We were twitching to get back to continental Europe a couple of weeks ago and so arranged a relatively spontaneous long weekend in Antwerp.  It’s a very Flemish Belgian city, which you can reach in less than three hours from London, if your connections work out.

We spent our first evening at Groote Witte Arend near the Grote Markt, in a lovely, tranquil courtyard full of twinkling lights and distant classical music.  It boasts of 80 beers, although we spent a while dealing with sheepish waiters until we found anything they actually had in stock.

On tap, there were a couple of interesting beers we hadn’t had before. Moeder Overste has a pronounced bitter-orange flavour and reminded us a little of Young’s Special London.  We don’t have much more specific to say other than that we really enjoyed it.  Arend Blonde (the house brand) is much as you’d expect from the name, except perhaps crisper and lighter than you’d normally expect from a 6% Leffe-alike.

As night fell and the time came to leave, we asked ourselves, somewhat wistfully, where in Britain could we hope to drink in such peaceful surroundings?

London in the Raw

Saturday, July 17th, 2010

The British Film Institute is doing a great job of preserving documentaries, with multiple volumes of DVDs collecting COI, British Transport Film Unit and GPO shorts.

London in the Raw (1964) is released as part of their Flipside series and is a seedy exploitation film in the style of Mondo Cane. It’s interesting in itself, and features lots of footage of bars, pubs and clubs in the 1960s, including an extended sequence set in the Waterman’s Arms.

For those with an interest in beer and pubs, though, the real treat is the short documentary Pub (1962) which appears as a bonus on the disc. It’s only 16 minutes long and was filmed by a Londoner, Peter Davis, for Swedish television. It’s set in the Approach Tavern near Victoria Park in East London and shows a typical evening in the pub.

A couple of things stand out. First, it looks cold — people are dressed in hats, coats and heavy sweaters throughout. Were pubs unheated back then? Secondly, they drink a lot of bottled beer, and a fair bit of it is stout. Labels for Guinness, Courage Bristol Stout, Worthington White Shield and Meux Friary Ale are all visible at one point or another.

If it’s off, take it off

Saturday, July 10th, 2010

Hopefully, regular readers will have noticed that we try not to go for slagging off pubs and breweries: if we have a beer we don’t like, we tend not to mention it; or if a pub is nothing to write home about, well, we don’t write home.

There is one behaviour in pubs which is so annoying, though, that we have decided that we are going to start naming and shaming. That is where bar staff agree with you that a pint is off, give you a replacement, and then continue to sell it to other punters. (See also Pete Brown on this topic.)

There isn’t really any justification for this, unless the barman genuinely believes the complainer is wrong. In most cases it’s either ignorance on behalf of the staff (“it all tastes funny to me”; “Oh, yeah, this one’s meant to be a bit vinegary, I think”; “I’ll just humour the weirdo”) or blatant cynicism (“I know it’s ropey but most people are too polite to complain so I’ll keep flogging it”). In either case, it’s not good news.

So, this week’s badges of shame go to the Abbey in Westminster (to be honest, a rubbish place anyway, I was only there because someone else chose the venue) and the Old Dairy, Crouch Hill, North London. The latter has fabulous food, and is a great pub in every other respect (what a fantastic building) but unfortunately, their pints taste like warm butter, and they don’t seem to think most of their customers will care.

Boak

Guaranteed fun free zone

Sunday, June 20th, 2010

As the world cup starts to get interesting, I’ve started to ponder on places that making a point about not showing the football. I’m not talking about places that just don’t have a telly — I mean the places that actively boast about being a ‘World Cup Free Zone’. A lot of these are places which pride themselves on having good beer and perhaps it’s part of conforming to a narrow definition of a ‘proper pub’ — no TV, no food, no piped music and no World Cup?

Now,  just because I love the World Cup, I don’t think it should be shoved down everyone’s throats, and I’m usually very much put off by places whose only attraction is Sky Sports and big screens. But football and good beer can co-exist, particularly during a once-every-four-years international event. In Germany, even the snobbiest cafes dig out a telly for the duration, and the magic words “alle WM-spiele im Biergarten” magically appear on blackboards across the land.

Why be proud of being a kill joy?

Boak

Confusing name, underwhelming pub

Sunday, May 23rd, 2010

You could be forgiven for thinking that Shaw’s Booksellers, in the City of London, not far from St Paul’s Cathedral, is a booksellers.

The confusing name (which came with the premises) nonetheless conceals a pleasant enough pub.

Fuller’s have tailored this for the City crowd. so there’s a nod to real ale (two pumps, Pride and Discovery); lots of exotic-sounding but unexciting kegs (Blue Moon, Erdinger Weiss); Belgian and German bottles, but nothing you can’t get in Tesco; and ‘chilled beats’ straight out of 2002.

We tried Blue Moon, a controversial pretend craft beer from Molson Coors, and found it reminiscent of Kronenbourg Blanc, though less offensive — a bit sweet, a bit cloudy, not much hop flavour and an odd artificial lemoniness in their place. Not a candidate for beer of the week.

We’re no nearer yet to finding a perfect pub in the City of London, but we are working our way through them, one by one.

A classic cold beer

Monday, May 10th, 2010

A conversation between punter and barman overheard in a pub recently.

Man of indeterminate European origin

This time, I want a different beer. I had this last time [gestures at ale pump] and it was weird. It wasn’t — I’m not complaining — it just wasn’t really properly cold.

Barman

Ah, yeah, that’s British ale. It’s not really meant to be cold, just cool.

MOIEO

Oh, I get it. But it’s yellow, so I was confused. OK, this time, I just want a proper classic cold beer.

Barman

We’ve got a lager from a small German brewery…

MOIEO

No, just like, a classic cold beer. Fosters or something like that.

Barman

OK, there you go.

MOIEO

That is beautiful. Beautiful! Frosty cold. Just what I wanted. Thank you so very much.

Quite a change

Thursday, April 29th, 2010

“It’s quite a change”, commented a bewildered local outside the newly refurbished Jolly Butchers in Stoke Newington, North London, as we were on our way in.

Following Pete’s enthusiastic review, we scooted across to Stokey to check it out. We were excited to hear about this new arrival because we’ve long thought that Stoke Newington is exactly the sort of place you’d expect to find a good pub with decent food. As previous scouting trips have shown, however, to date, there have been lots of places masquerading as good boozers but actually displaying the worst tendencies of the pretentious would-be gastropub: crap beer and overpriced food.

It was pretty busy, which bodes well, but we managed to nab a table. As reported by Pete, the beer range is pretty cool – Dark Star, Thornbridge, and Schlenkerla rauchbier on tap. Nice to see an emphasis on the local, too, with brews from Brodie’s (Leyton, further east) and Tottenham, further north. The food really was quite satisfying — posh pub grub and convincing (that is, very processed) bratwurst for those who yearn for the beer gardens of Germany.

The beer condition was a little disappointing. We found the ales slightly warm and served with zero head (thanks again for that ‘take it to the top’ campaign, CAMRA) but it is only their first week and that will hopefully improve.

All in all, if we lived in the area, we’d be seriously chuffed, and its immediate success, and that of CASK in Pimlico, suggests that London can support a few more really decent pubs yet.

Another moment of clarity

Thursday, April 22nd, 2010

Every now and then we have a moment when we realise why everyone else is raving about a particular beer or pub. Recently, that happened with St Peter’s and the Jerusalem Tavern.

From the bottle, we generally find their beers, despite the lovely branding, to be watery and fizzy. On the rare occasion we’ve tried them from a cask in pubs other than the Jerusalem, they’ve been pleasant, but nothing special.

But at the Jerusalem, from a cask, Organic Ale knocked us for six: it was a hundred times more complex and satisfying than the bottled version. We were expecting so little that there were looks of giddy joy on our faces as we drank.

“Blimey,” was our one word review at the time.

Photo by Surprisetruck at Flickr, under a Creative Commons license.

You’re the Landlord: the answer

Wednesday, April 21st, 2010

We asked what you would you do if a punter in your pub arrived after the kitchens had closed and wanted to bring a takeaway in to enjoy with their pint.

Thanks to everyone who had a guess.

When we saw this encounter in a pub earlier this year, the landlord said: “No, sorry.” The businessman sloped off looking dejected and, presumably, went to sleep crying in his hotel room without a bedtime pint.

The landlord didn’t offer any explanation but it did occur to us that it might set a precedent which would lead to people hanging on until after 8pm before whipping out their Pot Noodles and KFCs, losing him valuable business. The idea that he might have knocked a sandwich together at a nominal price (as per Mike McG’s suggestion) seems reasonable in that circumstance, though.