The Blacksmith’s Arms, Rotherhithe, London   2 comments

Pub #2062:

I was looking for the pier for the ferry to Canary Wharf, mid-run, when the Blacksmith’s Arms emerged.  A pint of Seafarers awaited inside.

 

 

Along with the pint, I was presented with a snooty waiter (I daren’t call him a bartender), and a bunch of yuppie scum scattered amongst the tables.  Turns out, the neighbourhood is suffering from gentrification (even the pier is accessed through a Hilton) and this pub serves the invaders.  Collaboration can be such an ugly word.

As I drank, I saw a father and son (or at least a mentor and young fellow of about 10 or 11 years old) riding bicycles with scarves pulled up over their noses.  It wasn’t cold enough for how that sounds; they appeared more like a generationally mismatched pair of robbers out seeking clients.  Like I said earlier, I can’t decide how I feel about Rotherhithe but at least the REAL residents seem to cling to the old ways.

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Posted February 20, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in Pubs

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2 responses to “The Blacksmith’s Arms, Rotherhithe, London

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  1. A always find those places weird – half posh half dodge. Even worse if you’re a woman cause both types have the potential to ‘catcall’ in their own way like you don’t have a right to a quiet pint without their permission.
    I’ve nominated you for a sunshine blogger award, if you do them!

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