"Everybody's got to believe in something. I believe I'll have another beer."
-W.C.Fields
"Good people drink good beer" Hunter S Thompson
Yes. But I don't know why every other pub I've visited that sells real ale can keep it going.
If you are navigating the storm tossed waters of the Regent's Canal and do make it to The Wenlock, then another N1 pub almost on the canal and just a stone's throw from it is The Stags Head. I walked past it the other night and had forgotten just what a beautiful interior it has - it's had incredibly few reviews too, probably because it's a bit out of the way.
Probably just risk it in the cupboard and hold the door closed. Otherwise, I suspect that the pub is following the trend of saying 'Just use the ladies'.
Yes it is a shame. It was the most 'pubby' CBeebies that I'd visited, though it's a shame they didn't retain the old Lord Wolsey name. I liked the 1.00 am Fri/Sat licence. I often went to the beautiful The Crown, leaving just before midnight for the four-minute - erratic - walk to the CBC for a late session. It always seemed quite full, even at a late hour. Good mixed customers and very friendly staff too...
I arrived at the Maltings at 12:38 (my train was due to arrive at 12:32, not 12:38) to find a tape across the doorway and a note saying “Please wait here, we'll be with you soon” or words to that effect. After about five minutes a young woman opened the door and seemed surprised to find someone waiting there. She recovered and invited me in, saying that there was only room on the terrace. I passed Old Boots on my way through the pub and we exchanged greetings before I disappeared out the side door. I just had time to spot a Black Sheep pump clip as I was whisked past the bar counter, so I was ready with my order when she asked. And very nice it was too, only my fourth pint of Black Sheep Bitter since the pubs reopened in July.
Half an hour later I returned through the pub (no one way system, with just one door onto the street) just in time to stop OB sending me a text message. We left the pub together, while keeping a reasonable distance between us, and OB introduced me to his son, James, who had been sitting with him. We made our way over the bridge and turned right into Lendal for the second pub of the day.
Come On You Hatters!
On entering House of the Trembling Madness we were addressed by two young men who were busy serving behind and in front of a counter that seemed to be entirely covered with cake. No, we told them, we did not live together in the same household. Then you can't come in, they said, almost in unison. Can't we sit at two separate tables, we asked. Not allowed, said Tweedledum and Tweedledee. But that's crazy, I said, surely the rules don't call for that. If only people from the same household were allowed in, that would leave a very small number of customers, since (by definition) most people live in different households. Anyway, we gave it up (I didn't want cake anyway) and in the street outside OB and I both suggested, almost in unison, going to the Sam Smiths next.
Last edited by sheffield hatter; 19-10-2020 at 12:26.
Come On You Hatters!
Formerly the Hansom Cab and now the Burns Hotel, this pub seems virtually unchanged since my last visit in 2012. The barman asked if we were from the same household; not really, we replied. Then you'll have to sit at separate tables and keep one metre or more between you, he replied. I wish those two cake-servers had been there to hear it. We all decided to go for the Old Brewery Bitter, which James found a bit too malty for his taste. This was the best OBB I'd had for many a year, and also, at £3 a pint, the most expensive outside London. I think this was only the second time I've paid for beer using cash since lockdown finished.
Come On You Hatters!