The busy stretch seems to have come to an end and fingers crossed I can get back to business as usual. I apologize again for being MIA and for my blog being a bit shithouse lately as well.
I have new celebrity neighbours who I met yesterday morning as I shuffled out of the house on my way to the gym. I’m not one to name drop so I have made this a little cryptic. I have put a circle around a clue which can be found on the side of their car.
While travelling home on the tube after a session in “The Castle” yesterday evening, the London Lite informed me that Fuller’s have acquired six pubs from dwindling pub giant Punch Taverns. Why does that interest me? Normally this news wouldn’t, but in this case I frequent two of pubs mentioned. Yes the acquisitions include Ye Olde Mitre, off Hatton Garden (the closest pub to my office) and The Queens Head on Brook Green.
I welcome both these pubs entry into the Fuller’s stable. I wonder how Scottles at Ye Olde Mitre will take the news?
Other pubs involved in the £21.1 million acquisition are the Red Lion in Whitehall, The Swan on Bayswater Rd, The Scarsdale and The Hereford in Kensington. Apparently the deal on these pubs is some £4.5 million lower than their book value.
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.
On Sunday I was well and truly back on the drinking wagon after giving my liver a two week reprieve. I met up with some friends at my local Young’s pub – The Brook Green Hotel to enjoy a typical Sunday meal. I made mine a Burger, and I upscaled and payed the extra pound for bacon and cheese – a worthy investment in my book.
By the way, I only managed to get one or two strange looks as I took the photo of the poster (which is below). It did not occur to me until a little while later that it must be a strange sight seeing a guy taking photos in the gents – one hand on the camera phone, one hand on his wang.
After Jay finally recovered a little bit, I took him to the Cabinet War rooms and the Churchill Museum and then a chaotic stroll along Regent Street. It was getting cold and late so we decide to head back west and grab a bite to eat at my former local – The Brook Green Hotel.
Whilst revisiting the Brook Green hotel I also got into a pint of Young’s Ordinary, just to see if they have improved their cask handling practices. I have to report that they have indeed improved things, although this pint was certainly still not at its best.
As I have stated a few times recently, my parents have been in town visiting. After eating in nearly all the restaurants and pubs near us I took them down to my old local – The Brook Green hotel. Now its not that I have anything against the Brook green, its just that since the renovations after the smoking ban the place has become a bit pretentious. OK not just a bit pretentious, very pretentious! First of all, they insist on table service… It’s a Young’s tied pub for crying out loud! They have also become quite expensive and the ale is usually not kept very well.