Every now and then, you want to go out for a good Sunday lunch. There's something so good about going out for Sunday lunch - having a nice meal, reading the paper and so on, with perhaps a nice stroll afterwards. Today on a whim we decided to head for somewhere where a good Sunday lunch would be almost guarenteed. Today we headed for the poshness of Hampstead.
Friday was a rare day off for Catherine and myself, so we decided to take ourselves off to the seaside to soak up some sun, and with Brighton being an hour a way, it was there we took ourselves.
I'd rather been hoping some knight in shining armour would turn up and change the King's Head from being a boarded up mess, to being a really nice pub again. Stranger things have happened. But it was not to be.
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.
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.