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I heard recently of Union Street in Bermondsey as being a place worth a visit. Fortunately, E knew exactly where it is so following her directions, we had a pleasant walk across the Thames until I pointed out we seemed to be getting further away from it. Now it seems that the version of Google I was using could not be trusted in this matter. So after E consulted her much wiser version, we retraced steps and eventually found ourselves on Southwark St. There it was, just round the corner, as presumably it has always been.Back a million years ago, my trade union was based in Southwark St, but I had never had a reason to visit it, but I could remember that they all used to go to the pub nearby. What was it called? I couldn't recall, but once again, fortune favoured me. We spotted the White Hart - that was it - and it looked very pleasant, but being a Fullers house, it wasn't what I had in mind, but later, we sort of wished we had called in.
Our first port of call was the Union Jack, quite a pleasant looking pub with long, large windows and rather an appealing inside. Quite old-fashioned, I suppose, but in a good way, and the welcome from the barman was genuine and warm. A sole, dusty looking handpump sported a St Austell Tribute clip on it, but we weren't taking a chance on it. A pint and a half of fairly ordinary Camden Hells was ordered - is it me or is this getting a bit rarer? - and we enjoyed the visit. I feel being busy, which is certainly wasn't, would have cheered the place up no end, but it was fine, and the welcome made up for a lot.
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We ignored the Charlotte just over the road on account of its Heineken sign and went into the rather unlikely looking Lord Nelson. Now, you couldn't accuse this eclectically decorated pub of being quiet. A very young clientele were filling the place, many wiring into hefty plates of fried food and burgers. The food looked fab and I quite liked the place, even though clearly we weren't the target clientele by several decades. Sadly, the rude barman, who was just finishing his shift, wasn't paying the least bit of attention and I had to repeat my simple order of a pint and a half of Camden Hells. I tried to engage him, but clearly I was wasting my time. He promptly thereafter went off duty and removed himself to haunt the other side of the bar. Ageist I wondered? Possibly, but I'm happy to give him the benefit of the doubt and allow he had just had a long shift. Either way, I honestly liked the place, recognised its attraction to others, and as a bonus the Camden Hells was a large cut above its neighbour's. E on the other hand couldn't wait to get out. So, I'd say visit, enjoy the vibe, but only if you are under thirty or are immune to feeling out of place if you aren't.https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwvnDa8DqRqjLgZw1coW6W8uSsTphwTrW_l9qmuhVSTa D6rX03_rSyH_tkIWyWpgBoRmbZNaHOuar7IPZDfxKbW_c2Ftbp 8WqQCWes-FSi9GiF8osTqOUSHmQpw1qgzVmOAhagXPb1uwNQcndjmbLuFAc-LjCzNhJxD9_K6-vkjjH7uewCBED8cykoxeaj/w90-h200/bermondsey2.jpg (https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwvnDa8DqRqjLgZw1coW6W8uSsTphwTrW_l9qmuhVSTa D6rX03_rSyH_tkIWyWpgBoRmbZNaHOuar7IPZDfxKbW_c2Ftbp 8WqQCWes-FSi9GiF8osTqOUSHmQpw1qgzVmOAhagXPb1uwNQcndjmbLuFAc-LjCzNhJxD9_K6-vkjjH7uewCBED8cykoxeaj/s4640/bermondsey2.jpg)Of course, even in a small pub crawl such as this, you have to pick a favourite. Heading back to Borough Market and the 343 over the river, we nipped into Mc & Sons. This is an Irish style pub - without the umpteen intrusive televisions - and was severely rammed with after work drinkers. Nonetheless, the service was swift and cheerfully efficient, but it was so busy I could see little of the bar. I'm pretty sure there was no cask and I wouldn't have had it anyway here, as everyone seemed to be guzzling Guinness. If you can't beat them, join them is sometimes not a bad motto. The Guinness was the best I have ever had in London. Perhaps a tad cold, but certainly the best since I was last in Belfast, and at least a match for Mulligans in Manchester.
So we had another. Seemed the right thing to do, especially since the same barman who'd served me, when collecting glasses, saw us standing in a corner and shifted some office workers who'd purloined the table that should have been there. Thus seated, we enjoyed the busy scene even more.
We left with considerable reluctance, but we will be back. As always. "It's the offer, Stupid."
We nearly had a third drink, but it was Burns night, and haggis neeps and tatties in our local JDW were calling us. That was rammed too, and the staff did their best, which really is all you ask of them.
I had hoped as mentioned in an earlier post, to tell you of the Sir Sydney Smith, but that, alas, must wait.
More... (http://tandlemanbeerblog.blogspot.com/2024/01/part-of-union.html)
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I heard recently of Union Street in Bermondsey as being a place worth a visit. Fortunately, E knew exactly where it is so following her directions, we had a pleasant walk across the Thames until I pointed out we seemed to be getting further away from it. Now it seems that the version of Google I was using could not be trusted in this matter. So after E consulted her much wiser version, we retraced steps and eventually found ourselves on Southwark St. There it was, just round the corner, as presumably it has always been.Back a million years ago, my trade union was based in Southwark St, but I had never had a reason to visit it, but I could remember that they all used to go to the pub nearby. What was it called? I couldn't recall, but once again, fortune favoured me. We spotted the White Hart - that was it - and it looked very pleasant, but being a Fullers house, it wasn't what I had in mind, but later, we sort of wished we had called in.
Our first port of call was the Union Jack, quite a pleasant looking pub with long, large windows and rather an appealing inside. Quite old-fashioned, I suppose, but in a good way, and the welcome from the barman was genuine and warm. A sole, dusty looking handpump sported a St Austell Tribute clip on it, but we weren't taking a chance on it. A pint and a half of fairly ordinary Camden Hells was ordered - is it me or is this getting a bit rarer? - and we enjoyed the visit. I feel being busy, which is certainly wasn't, would have cheered the place up no end, but it was fine, and the welcome made up for a lot.
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We ignored the Charlotte just over the road on account of its Heineken sign and went into the rather unlikely looking Lord Nelson. Now, you couldn't accuse this eclectically decorated pub of being quiet. A very young clientele were filling the place, many wiring into hefty plates of fried food and burgers. The food looked fab and I quite liked the place, even though clearly we weren't the target clientele by several decades. Sadly, the rude barman, who was just finishing his shift, wasn't paying the least bit of attention and I had to repeat my simple order of a pint and a half of Camden Hells. I tried to engage him, but clearly I was wasting my time. He promptly thereafter went off duty and removed himself to haunt the other side of the bar. Ageist I wondered? Possibly, but I'm happy to give him the benefit of the doubt and allow he had just had a long shift. Either way, I honestly liked the place, recognised its attraction to others, and as a bonus the Camden Hells was a large cut above its neighbour's. E on the other hand couldn't wait to get out. So, I'd say visit, enjoy the vibe, but only if you are under thirty or are immune to feeling out of place if you aren't.https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwvnDa8DqRqjLgZw1coW6W8uSsTphwTrW_l9qmuhVSTa D6rX03_rSyH_tkIWyWpgBoRmbZNaHOuar7IPZDfxKbW_c2Ftbp 8WqQCWes-FSi9GiF8osTqOUSHmQpw1qgzVmOAhagXPb1uwNQcndjmbLuFAc-LjCzNhJxD9_K6-vkjjH7uewCBED8cykoxeaj/w90-h200/bermondsey2.jpg (https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwvnDa8DqRqjLgZw1coW6W8uSsTphwTrW_l9qmuhVSTa D6rX03_rSyH_tkIWyWpgBoRmbZNaHOuar7IPZDfxKbW_c2Ftbp 8WqQCWes-FSi9GiF8osTqOUSHmQpw1qgzVmOAhagXPb1uwNQcndjmbLuFAc-LjCzNhJxD9_K6-vkjjH7uewCBED8cykoxeaj/s4640/bermondsey2.jpg)Of course, even in a small pub crawl such as this, you have to pick a favourite. Heading back to Borough Market and the 343 over the river, we nipped into Mc & Sons. This is an Irish style pub - without the umpteen intrusive televisions - and was severely rammed with after work drinkers. Nonetheless, the service was swift and cheerfully efficient, but it was so busy I could see little of the bar. I'm pretty sure there was no cask and I wouldn't have had it anyway here, as everyone seemed to be guzzling Guinness. If you can't beat them, join them is sometimes not a bad motto. The Guinness was the best I have ever had in London. Perhaps a tad cold, but certainly the best since I was last in Belfast, and at least a match for Mulligans in Manchester.
So we had another. Seemed the right thing to do, especially since the same barman who'd served me, when collecting glasses, saw us standing in a corner and shifted some office workers who'd purloined the table that should have been there. Thus seated, we enjoyed the busy scene even more.
We left with considerable reluctance, but we will be back. As always. "It's the offer, Stupid."
We nearly had a third drink, but it was Burns night, and haggis neeps and tatties in our local JDW were calling us. That was rammed too, and the staff did their best, which really is all you ask of them.
I had hoped as mentioned in an earlier post, to tell you of the Sir Sydney Smith, but that, alas, must wait.
More... (http://tandlemanbeerblog.blogspot.com/2024/01/part-of-union.html)