The Old Eagle NW1 9LU (Tube: Camden Rd)
There is no pretence with this pub. It is the pub it is. It isn’t perfect and it really doesn’t care. It revels in its honesty. It’s shrugged-shoulder-edness to the […]
There is no pretence with this pub. It is the pub it is. It isn’t perfect and it really doesn’t care. It revels in its honesty. It’s shrugged-shoulder-edness to the […]
On Google maps when you are looking for a particular convenience – supermarket, nearest IKEA, petrol station – you are often faced with a chickenpox map of the area. Hover […]
I’m slightly embarrassed to admit that I hadn’t realised I’d been to this pub before when I rediscovered it on one of my wanders. It’s slap bang in the middle […]
To be found at no.12 St Paul’s Street, the building has a rich history (full of garlands of fresh ‘erbs) traceable back to the 13th century, from whence it has […]
The greatest reality TV series yet to be made is ‘Toffs on the Lash’. Here are some exerts from it that I’ve entirely made up. ‘Oh blahdy hell Tristan old boy […]
Canyon faced Frankenstein’s monster lookalike kitchen tyrant Gordon Ramsey has bellowed at cowering publicans and restaurateurs for years to ‘$£%@ing simplify’. In his exasperated sweary way Gordon is always trying […]
In York, there are too many pubs with gunk-nozzled tomato sauce bottles on the tables. Thankfully, this is not one of them. Outside, along Stonegate, the snap-happy hordes are in […]
Picture the scene. It’s starting to get dark, you’ve discovered a new pub, it’s not that expensive, you’re with your two best mates, they have a pie only menu, non […]
In order to avoid boring anyone to death and give me time to do other things with my frankly pointless existence I’ve often fairly conservative with my word count when […]
‘Wine. Cheeseboard. Quiz. Gin. Gin. Pee. Gin. Pee. Gin. Victory. Last orders. Bourbon. Bill. Home.’ I think that fairly accurately describes my experience at the Princess Victoria though I assume […]