Gastropubs

I have certainly seen some pretentious establishments in my wandering around London, but I do find the occasional one that’s good to eat and drink in. My primary purpose for going to a pub is to drink good beer. My definition of good beer is craft cask ale (occasionally bottled craft). The food comes second. So many put the accent on food and then serve crap pints of pseudo-Australian sheep dip or another ice-cold bland ‘brewed under licence’ in the UK swill.

Yes, the food is often overpriced in these places, but so is the beer, and if I have to pay £6-7 for a pint, it had better be something darn good. The swill as mentioned above can be had for a quarter of the price at the ‘offy’ at the end of my road (which of course, is helping to kill off pubs!).

Author with a pintSurely, too, by definition, Wetherspoons is a chain of ‘gastropubs?’ The food might be basic, but at least I can get a decent beer in most of them; my nearest one has a well-kept cellar, a decent variety of ales, and isn’t full of noisy kids (of the young adult variety).

On the other hand, some of my favourite watering holes are small shops converted into taprooms. Great beer, often brewed on the premises, and although often quite spartan, are small and intimate enough to lend themselves to making easy conversation with fellow drinkers. Food options are usually crisps or peanuts, and even they are often a more reasonable price than the £1.50 I’ve been charged for a packet in a gastropub.

Is It Just Me?

Like most people I heard about the death of Queen Elizabeth II early on Thursday evening, 8th September 2022. I had already heard that she was under medical supervision, and then heard that her family. were going to Balmoral where she had been for most of the summer.

I didn’t have the television on once I got home and didn’t realise that she had died until we read about it online early in the evening. I wasn’t totally surprised, but I didn’t expect her demise to be so soon.

Today, Friday, the 9th September, it’s taking time to get used to it all. Referring to King Charles instead of Prince Charles; His Majesty instead of Her Majesty; God Save the King, instead of God Save the Queen.

This afternoon, as I type this sitting in my local pub, I’m noticing that everyone seems to be going on as normal as though nothing has happened. I know that the world still turns and we have to get on with life, but I’m surely not the only one that feels rather sombre and solemn today?

At least the pub has the news channel on and not the sports ones that are normally on. I do feel that we need to have a time of mourning and reflection. Even if you’re not a royalist, I think the Queen has held together the continuity as a nation over the past 70 years.

God Save The King!

In The Present

I don’t have a car. That means when I go out and about, if it’s further than walking distance, I get on a bus.

RM 880 at Heathrow Airport on 15th June 2022

Sitting on the bus a few days ago, I couldn’t help but notice how everyone was sitting, heads down, looking into their phones. Some were watching videos, some I could see were messaging (or at least inputting something). Everyone though was somewhere else. They were on the bus journey physically, but mentally they could well have been the other side of the world.

I think cellphones are a great tool. I use mine for so many things. However, I do think that we all suffer from overload if we’re not careful. Isn’t it time that we sometimes, at least, came back into the present time? Is it good to spend the bulk of our lives with our mind in other places? I even see it when people are out together. They’re not sitting having a conversation, but on their phones somewhere else in the world.

I stopped looking at all my fellow passengers who were elsewhere and went back to the present, and looked out of the window as we travelled along the street.