The Red Lion wins another award, I lament about the lack of London Pride round here and Young's beer gives me headaches. Still that's the way the cookie crumbles.
Posts about Pubs
Colliers Wood's historic Kings Head pub closed on Saturday - its mostly preserved and unique 1930s interior to suffer the indignity of becoming offices for the bus company.
When you move into a new area, it's natural to try out the local pubs, and pretty much as soon as you stand outside you form views about the various pubs and as to whether you'd like to go in again.. So if you walked into The Sultan and just looked at it, you'd be forgiven for standing there in wonder, and instantly forgetting it. But looks can be deceptive and The Sultan doesn't do what you might think.
Remember the 1990s. Ale pubs were the fashion - JD Wetherspoons were rising high, the Firkin pubs gave a microbrewery to many a high street and Hogshead were dispensing ale from the cask behind the bar.
Nestling in the historic buildings of Merton Abbey Mills, this is a pub with much potential, but sadly fails to deliver as much as it could.
But then maybe it's the fact that the place looks like it hasn't been refurbished since the 1970s doesn't help. It's the only Young's pub I've seen that still has the company logo that was abandoned some point in the 1980s.
I'm really late with this one but last weekend, landlord of the Red Lion, Jonathan, told me they've won CAMRA West Middlesex Branch Pub of the Year again! Just like they did in 2003 and 2002.
Every now and then you discover a pub you've never been to. And for this one, I'm indebted to Ealing Online whose relentless task of reviewing pubs, bars, cafes and restaurants in Ealing, led me to the Foresters door on Sunday.
I'm not going to look back on The New Inn with rose tinted glasses. It wasn't that great before, and now it's been done up, it's still not. It always was a pub that had potential but I doubt the new look will do anything to solve its problems other than burn a hole in someones pocket.
An Irish pub with no fake fiddles on the wall, real ale, no shamrocks in sight but with a great atmosphere? That must be T.J. Duffy's!