Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Rubbish pubs

Last Friday night I went out for a beer with a few colleagues. In terms of pubs, we are spoiled for choice in Clerkenwell but sometimes even a sure thing like finding a decent pub gets royally screwed up. I should have realised as soon as someone said we would be joining members of the Sales team. I say this as they (Sales types) usually frequent a rather unattractive dive near my office called "The King of Diamonds". This place (pictured left) is more of a drinking factory than a pub and ranks well down my list of options. But anyhow, my excitement was renewed when I learned we were going to a different pub, one called The Blue Anchor off Chancery Lane. Upon arrival the place was packed and way too many people for the tiny bar to cope with. I looked around and to my disappointment realised that it was basically the King of Diamonds in a different location - a real let down. I think I understand the situation. The sales team are mainly single girls in their late 20's, and the Chancery Lane area is teeming with young up and coming solicitors fired up after a day in the law courts. These girls are out looking for a rich bloke (preferably one that wears a wig to work) and will drink in shithouse venues to find him. Sad really.
I did manage to get one pint of Pride in before beating a hasty retreat home where I smashed a bottle of Shepherds Neame Christmas Ale and a Leffe Bruin. Then I went for some Thai at the Parr's Head where I had some more London Pride. I felt suitably redeemed after this, but I will not be venturing out drinking with the sales team again.
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In other news, the snow has eased and I am back at work. Here is a snowman that is currently residing on Brook Green. He is strategically positioned between the Brook Green Hotel and The Queens Head. It is a pity he can't walk to either!
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2 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

I have been to places like those you speak of where the best beer is the stuff that comes in a bottle and you have to assuem the bottle cap was made of gold for the prices they charge. It always amazes me how full these places are, as if there is some wierd magic at work drawing the punters in and then never letting them leave. This is surely the only way they stay in business. Leaving them is fortunately easy enough, and there is usually a decent pub within spitting distance.

February 4, 2009 at 1:31 AM  
Blogger Tim said...

A decent pub does not have to be a ye olde mann one. Be either a pub or a nightclub, but don't try and cater for all demographics. It's just confusing.

February 4, 2009 at 2:12 AM  

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