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Pineapple, Lambeth, London   1 comment


We trotted down to the Pineapple as soon as Jackie cleared off out of the library for the day.  It was a gorgeous afternoon and we decided to sit outside this spectacular boozer adjacent to the William Blake housing estate on Hercules Road (although the interiors, the great staff, and the eclectic mix of customers really recommend this as a foul weather pub).   A real locals’ joint near enough to Jackie’s job to become a regular haunt, it is also far enough from the footfall of Waterloo and the Lower Marsh to escape the tourists.



I had an ale from the crowded bar and J got a very stiff V&T (should be at that price, too).  When we emerged on the street just as the bald guy with the two girls on the pavement pew (below) was clearing off and I noticed the Murphy’s Stout sign and could have kicked myself for not seeking it out (next time…).  It’s not the busiest road for pedestrians but the people watching — both at the pub and those making their ways home or out — was excellent.



Posted July 5, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in Pubs

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Crown and Cushion, Lambeth, London   1 comment


The Crown & Cushion was a breath of fresh air after the ghastly experience of the Horse and Stables just down the road, Friday.  Very much an old-style pub with a great couple running the bar and incorporating a Thai restaurant to boot.  And, they are part of the Community Loo Scheme (so they are responsible members of the community).



There’s no web presence but I picked up WiFi in the joint and was stuck answering some last-minute emails for a while (helping stop work emergencies over the weekend so I don’t have to deal with them on Monday).  The beer, though, was lovely, the atmosphere grand and it was close enough to the wife’s job that I didn’t have to rush to get over there to meet her for some after-work drinks.


Posted July 4, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in Pubs

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Horse and Stables, Lambeth, London   2 comments


The Horse and Stables is a hostel as well as a bar, but it was immediately obvious they do neither of these competently. I entered and there was a bartender standing around watching another talk to a woman who had booked ahead and paid in advance for a room that wasn’t available. Another couple were waiting for a similar problem’s resolution. A third employee mopped over my shoes but none of them offered to serve me any beer.




The manager came downstairs and started bullshitting the prepaid woman and the bartender who had not been serving her stepped back and continued to also not serve me for the next five minutes, opting instead to watch as the manager steered the three disgruntled (and still homeless) customers to a couch. She didn’t offer them a beverage or anything else for their trouble, either, which was unsurprising since I couldn’t even BUY a glass of beer, here.



The Mopper stopped and stared at me for an instant and I pointed to the Outlawed beer tap and mimed drinking a pint in one go and inverting the phantom glass over my head. He wandered off and the bartender came over and finally served me, wordlessly save for telling me the price which I paid in copper and other small denomination coinage before joining the depressed looking survivors of earlier assaults on the concept of hospitality. Horse and Stables? More like Kafka’s Funhouse. Hostel or Hostile?



Posted July 4, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in Pubs

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Wellington Hotel, Lambeth (Waterloo), London   Leave a comment

We were heading off to a Thai place on Lower Marsh but decided to stop in the Wellington for an apéritif. The house was rammed — just after 6 pm on a Friday, and just across from Waterloo Station, so no surprise there — but we were able to find a small table at the far southwest corner of the pub. Unfortunately, we only found one chair but I was able to convince some guys at a nearby table to render the one they were using as a coat and bag rack and we took our seats. Less than five minutes later, a 3-spot in the window buggered off and we returned the borrowed chair and took up residence in the nicer neighbourhood.

This part of town is, surprisingly, devoid of tourists but the people watching is no less eclectic. Lots of street people (I think the modern term is ‘homeless’), and not nearly as many suits as on the other side of the river. The sunset lingered over the rail station and cast a pink and orange glow on everything this last weekday before the clocks spin forward for British Summer Time.

Map, here.

Posted March 27, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in Pubs

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Hole in the Wall, Lambeth, London   Leave a comment



Tucked under some railway viaduct arches across from Waterloo Station sits the Hole In The Wall, a fairly functional pub and quite likely Jackie’s local when she switches jobs to the neighbourhood in a couple of months.





We weren’t scouting her drinking venues, though. We were in the city for the taping of The Fake News Show, a one-off panel/comedy/current events programme from Hat Trick Productions, providers of the long running series Have I Got News For You (which I have been trying to get tickets for a taping of since I first saw this episode in 2001 on my interview trip to Amsterdam). I got priority tickets to the evening’s recording due to a cancellation but we lingered at the pub and were next to last in the priority queue for the show that was overbooked by 10 seats. To compensate, they are giving us first priority seating at a recording of HIGNFY, so this actually worked out better for us in the long run.

At the pub, we watched some of England v France in the 6 Nations Rugby tourney while I enjoyed a Pink Floyd themed beer (because when in The Wall, what else would you choose). After our early release from the television studio, we sought food at the nearby Cuban (hour and a half wait for a table) and Mexican (45 minutes) but settled on a very good Italian in view of the giant roundabout hosting the BFI’s Imax.




I understand there is folk music live on Sundays in the pub and Jackie will probably be there weeknights waiting out the commuter rush. Stop and say hi. Here’s a map.


Posted February 7, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in Pubs

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Black Prince, Lambeth, London   1 comment



I sat down, inexplicably, next to four Americans in the Black Prince.  Three of them were trying to explain who Elian Gonzalez is to the fourth one and eventually one of them did the whole, ‘poor kid, he was probably scarred for life by what happened.”

“I wish I could get scarred that way. He’s minted.”
They turned to face me so I continued.
“He’s a fucking tourist attraction, now. Probably runs his own hotel. Fer fuck sake, I wish I made out as well for every time someone stuck a gun in MY face as he probably has.”




A fight did not occur and, in fact, the older guy (I’m reckoning 10 or more years younger than me) and I wound up having a conversation of sorts. Turns out his daughter and her partner have taken a few months to do the Grand Tour and somehow Lambeth was on the itinerary (or maybe these guys were just here because the Air BNB was up the street). They were also in town for an American football match, so my first instincts — that they are undesirables — may well have been right.

When they left, the rest of the bar filled in their spaces and the convo went back to Labour’s recent travails and the 3rd runway at Heathrow.  All was right with the world, once more.




Posted October 30, 2016 by Drunken Bunny in Pubs

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Jolly Gardeners, Lambeth, London   1 comment



The old guy at the corner was giving me the snake eye (or is it the evil eye) as I tried to photograph the Jolly Gardeners (for another view of his perch, there’s currently a good google street view here).  As I tried to enter, he fingered me in the chest and jerked his head back at the place.


“This is a listed building!”
“It’s grand, yes,” I answered and tried to continue in. He gave a blank look and shook his head almost imperceptibly.
“It’s spectacular,” I tried again. Nothing.
“Good? Can I say it’s ‘good’?” Still blank. I gave a goofier than normal grin and put both of my thumbs up by my face.
“This is a listed building,” he informed me, but this time he gave me more to work with. “Grade 2, it is. They can’t do nothing to the outside or change its name or nothing.”
I pointed to the Zeitgeist logo in the window.
“They call that ‘the inside.’ And, it’s all German in there.”
“They should list this building. I’ll see you in there.”




He was as good as his word, though.  It was all German inside with 20 taps of nothing but German beer (and very good ones at that).  Generally, they are £5 per pint but there is a beer of the day each day that is only £4 (I didn’t think I wanted a Franziskaner until I spotted this discount).  They even serve German grub: I saw a fantastic mound of sausages on cabbage go to a table near me.  Definitely on my short list (and I’m sure I’ll see my buddy there again…he’s been using this pub as his local since the early 60’s when it looked more like this linked photo).



Posted October 30, 2016 by Drunken Bunny in Pubs

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