London never fails to surprise me. Putney is an area I know fairly well, yet I hadn’t heard of the Queen Adelaide, located on the Wansdworth border.
There was a time, not too long ago, when you didn’t go to East London pubs. Earthy, or ‘rough and ready’, is how they might euphemistically have been described. Outright violent is another way, especially the further out from London you got.
Do you remember what the sun looks like? Euro 2012 is in full flow and the longest day is upon us, but the summer is in danger of being overwhelmed by London’s first recorded monsoon. At least that should help the hosepipe ban.
I am pleased to report that salt is making a comeback. For years it seemed this staple seasoning (for most of us of a certain age) was on the way to being banned from cooking altogether.
Isn’t London just so New York nowadays? And I’m not just talking about the increase in diners, coffee shops and Jewish-styled delis, but the skyline, which amongst other things, has made the opening shots of The Apprentice such compulsive viewing.
When you first set out to be a bar reviewer you envisage that your evenings will be spent at the West End’s finest establishments, quaffing champagne with celebrities whom you regale with Oscar Wilde-like witticisms and anecdotes.
According to Wikipedia, déjà vu is the feeling that one has previously witnessed or experienced a new situation, which is what I felt when I stopped by The Anthologist bar in Gresham Street to catch up with Pinstripe and the Detective.