CHILD
Mummy! I’m sooooo hot!
PARENT
Don’t be ridiculous, darling. How can you be hot? You’ve just come back from Italy.
CHILD
Mummy! I’m sooooo hot!
PARENT
Don’t be ridiculous, darling. How can you be hot? You’ve just come back from Italy.
The Britannia has the most convincing German-style beer garden we’ve seen in a British pub.
It’s looks out over east London’s huge and lovely Victoria Park (founded by Her Majesty in the 19th century to keep the cockneys out of trouble) which provides the requisite canopy of trees.
In the summer (and there are a couple of weeks of it left) there is a wooden barbecue kitchen which contributes a characteristically German aroma — grilling meat.
Time Out and others refer to it as a gastropub, and it certainly does much better than average pub food: the homemade chips had been fried multiple times and were very crisp. The bar staff and waiters were extremely friendly, too. However, it’s definitely as much a pub as a restaurant (another reason why it reminded us of Germany?).
There are Meantime beers, two cask ales (Deuchar’s IPA and Sharp’s Doom Bar), Worthington White Shield, Hoegaarden, Innis and Gunn and Staropramen on offer.
Shame there was no 4% helles on draft, though. A litre or two of that would have gone down very nicely.
The Britannia has a website here, which explains where it is. It’s not great for train or tube, although the 388 bus stops outside. It’s very child-friendly, which we like because it means we get to spend time with our friends who have sprogged. If you hate kids, you might want to go somewhere else.
If you ask most people to define a pub as opposed to a bar, restaurant or club, the conclusion will usually be a statement along the lines of: “It’s hard to say, but I know one when I see one.”
After our irritating experience in the Greenwich Union a couple of weeks back, we’ve been giving this some thought.
Could the defining features of a pub be informality and the dominant presence of beer?
It’s tempting to add that places with more chrome than wood are bars, but that’s entirely superficial.
If you can wander in wearing jeans and trainers and just order a pint at the bar, then it’s a pub, regardless of the decor.
Almost a year after it opened, we finally made it to the Betjeman Arms at St Pancras station. It’s run by the Geronimo Inns lot and, like the other Geronimo pubs we’ve visited, there are a lot of glossy but dull Euro-brands, together with some nice cask ale. In this particular case, they have commissioned their own house brew from Sharps. It’s called Betjeman Ale and is pleasant enough, but unchallenging. They also run the odd beer festival now and then.
We gather it’s supposed to be a bit ‘gastro’, but we didn’t eat there. It’s certainly very good by the standard of lots of station pubs and we loved the roof terrace — even though it overlooks the busy Euston Road, it felt very peaceful up there, and the view made us feel a bit in love with London.
Lots of other bloggers have reviewed this place; see Stonch, Pete Brown, London Randomness, and Tandleman for more.