Having a pint in Gatwick Airport. Got me thinking about what the best kind of pint is. Airport pint is up there, obviously. First pint at a summer wedding? The anticipatory solo pint while waiting for a mate on a Saturday afternoon? Impromptu after-work pint on a Thursday?
Here's where I'm currently at on the map of places to get a drink (non-club, for free) in London late (earliest closure 2am). I'll keep adding when I can be bothered to look! Up to 109.
Fascinated by Barrioke. Who’s going to these shows? Why are there so many of them? How much does he get paid per gig? Is he fulfilled by this? Why is the Chipping Sodbury Town Hall leg sold out already?
Every mid-sized English city has:
1) 47 post-hipster eateries with Brewdog-adjacent branding
2) grand, crumbling Victorian buildings
3) a post-modern shopping centre full of chain restaurants
4) a flourishing skate / goth scene centred around a town square
Think I might have found London's dodgiest boozer: the Hind & Hart in deepest, darkest Colindale. A pub so off-grid it doesn't even appear on Google maps. I think it may have shut last month, sadly.
Love the absolute bollocks that gets shouted at Saturday morning football. “Let’s make these passes count”, “keep it under”, “they don’t want it”, and the utterly meaningless “relax”. You work in comms for a bank.
Battersea Park on a Bank Holiday Sunday is a uniquely depressing experience. A sea of athleisuered Durham-graduated couples nattering about house prices and god-awful gastropubs, disco re-edits blaring from the outdoor Aperol pen
Just got ID’d. But on the other hand, last night two Gen Z girls walked past my table at the pub talking loudly about a bloke they thought was fit, and when I half-looked up from my pint at the noise, they made a point of saying “we weren’t talking about you, obviously”
🚨BREAKING 🚨
@BrewDog
have written to their workers telling them that they will no longer be paid the *real* living wage from April with the rate being removed for new starts with immediate effect.
We wonder whether this will feature in the new film about the company?
The most powerful autumn feeling is stepping outside of your local pub at half-time in the late Sunday kick-off, three pints deep, hangover dissipating, to have a cigarette. The air is filled with smoke, somnolence, and magic. Something slow-cooked is waiting for you at home.
Have we spoken about Cruzcampo yet? From hardly ever seeing it to becoming near-ubiquitous in north London grogholes now — is it the thinking man’s Madri?
A couple of months back, I went to Caledonian Road’s The Tarmon to drink 6 - 8 pints of continental lager and try and find out how they can remain £3.50. Me on wet-led pubs and the price of a pint!
‘The price you’re paying today for a full measure of amber nectar in the capital, with its swivel-eyed lust for making its residents as poor as possible, is untenably high.’
@jimmymacmusic
goes on a quest to understand the price of his pint
Is there a more damning indictment of East London nightlife than the fact that, since Emily’s Bar in Dalston closed, the premises has been occupied first by a magical potion-themed cocktail bar, and now by a Willy Wonka immersive drinks experience
Lots of talk about how Luton's ground is a Proper Football Ground, but at 14 minutes to the nearest one, it's the ground in next season's Premier League furthest from a pub (beating Fulham by 3 minutes)
In some fun news, I’m now the Editor at Sir! — a new lifestyle magazine for men, which will launch its first issue in February 2025. It’s a great team, with some real heavyweights of the men’s mag world.
All across the capital, one particular drink has taken over, thanks to an army of influencers and hyper-local London meme accounts. Yes, for
@vittlesmagazine
, I finally took a look at the creamy pint that’s utterly inescapable: John Smith’s.
@ArnieTTR
True. Although on the way out to a holiday my reckless spending brain overrides my sensible normal brain and so dropping ~£7 for a San Miguel in Gatwick Wetherspoons just makes sense
TopJaw's Top East London Pubs predictions:
1) De Beauvoir Arms
2) Chesham Arms
3) Scolts Head
4) Cat & Mutton
5) The Grapes
6) Prospect of Whitby
7) Biddle Bros
8) possibly one in Walthamstow, maybe The Queens Arms
9) The Marksman
10) token carpeted pub... Pride of Spitalfields?
Watching that Todd Edwards NYD set from 2003 in Romford. Really strange how outer London used to be a hotbed for youth culture. Kingston, Romford, New Southgate – places with once thriving club scenes. Now these provincial clubs just play "old skool anthems" or chart music
A scroll through his feed is like looking at this — unidentifiable slop of saturated brown hues, each post saucier; gooier; more extreme than the last. He’s the content Terminator, a machine who will not stop until every food vendor in London has been declared the best.
The rugby; overly-hoppy craft lager; women named Hattie, men named Henry; labradoodles; experiential nightlife; first time buyers of two-bed Nine Elms new builds; Ocado, Ozark, Ottolenghi; following the football in passing; lavish weddings in the Home Counties; Park Runs
Banning cigs outside pubs will be the death of a lot of them. But if they’re that worried about the deadbeat bums who don’t smoke, they should give the cool kids Danish-style smoking backrooms to do it together in in peace.
In 2012, this pub sold to a developer who wanted to convert to “much needed” housing. He claimed it simply wasn’t viable. The locals,
@hackneycouncil
and
@PINSgov
disagreed. And saw him off 💪🏻 12 years later, this queue to get in is a regular sight at
@cheshamarms
😜🍺
Pitch: there are three pubs called The Queen Elizabeth in London. Fulham, Walworth, Chingford. I visit all three tonight and assess the vibe.
@NewYorker
@nytimes
Great work from Islington officers who have searched an address with the assistance of
@MPSFirearms
where 21 potential firearms have been seized. One person has been arrested and is in custody whilst the investigation continues
I took a look at the sad closure of The Joiners Arms — an East London LGBTQI+ institution — and asked in my best Paula Cole voice: where have all the late pubs gone?
We've surely reached the peak of the streetside vox pop content slop. I never want to have to see someone giving me their favourite place to get coffee in Soho again. The best neighbourhood in Bognor Regis. The most viral pizza smash burger bar or pub hotspot in Ulaanbaatar.
I make it 44 pubs in that trapezoid of Soho. The lowest ranked on Google at 3.9 is The Blue Posts on Berwick Street, which is obviously actually the best one. The highest ranked come in at 4.5 –– The Kings Arms, The Ganton, The French House, The Toucan, and The Admiral Duncan.
In a fantastically liminal pub on the Wapping borders, the Moretown Belle. Got to go through a Waitrose car park to get in. Decked out like an American diner inside. A bunch of incredibly chizzed up blokes commandeering the pool tables. NFL on a massive screen on mute.
Nothing brings me more joy than four really earnest older men discussing football in a pub together. Completely free from the banter language of the internet. No one is “clear” in their world. The streets can’t forget, because for them, they never remembered.
It’s actually quite mind blowing how bad Liverpool are. Reached an almost zen-like state about it, and can now enjoy this season for what it is: a piece of avant-garde theatre
Killing time at the nearest bar to the ExCel centre, a place with one of the most wretched vibes I’ve ever encountered. Lite tropical house music, those horrible copper Moretti taps, drunken delegates in ill-fitting suits, a minor spillover from the Pokémon convention