Even though we no longer live in London, we’ve got a special reason to be excited by the news that the Red Lion in Leytonstone has reopened. It was Boak’s teenage haunt, and we’re very much enjoying reports of its Phoenix-like re-emergence from the friends she used to go there with.
These aren’t beer geeks, you understand – they are thirtysomethings, most of them now parents, who fondly recall that the last time they drank there they were “kitted out in an outfit sourced entirely from the shit heaps of Camden market, drinking things that should only be used for the cleaning of toilets, and smoking cigs… ponced off someone else”.
The pub, we are told, now features such amenities as toilet paper, windows and lighting. It also offers what, for that neck of the woods, is an exciting sounding range of beers. Let’s hope it lives up to its promise and can cope with what promises to be enormous demand.