SW9 Bar, Brixton, London

Pub #2047:

We were meeting a guy in Brixton and were early. I did a bit of food shopping (the market is a wonderland of Caribbean and South Asian treats and everything is reasonably cheap and mostly decent quality). Done with that and still early, we repaired to the SW9 Bar for a beverage.

 

The food here looked grand and the Sunday roasts were only £10. But, we were mostly just here to talk with this like-minded individual so drinks only it was. Jackie put in our order to the waitress whose accent had already toggled my “home girl” alarm. “Where are you from?” she asked Jackie. Turns out, she’s from Virginia Beach and has family in Chattanooga and Atlanta. Small world. She was also pleased to hear that we have been here the lion’s share of 10 years; “at least I know I can keep my accent.”

The music was pretty cool. I noticed one jazz cover of some pop tune early on but, when the drinks arrived, there was a Samba version of “Poker Face” (which sounded a lot cooler than this description).

Our new friend showed up and we had a jolly but short conversation as he had double booked some other business. I spent the rest of the stop chatting to the Irish husband of our Virginia waitress about hurling and Gaelic football. Nice bar.

 

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