Yesterday was a possible 'no beer, just a glass of wine in company' day, as quelques amis from Paris were hovering...Gordons was shut, thanks to the poxy impending fireworks and associated barricades, so it was lucky the The Harp was within strumming distance. Room to sit too, and chat with people who have been loyal for 25 years +
The pub was originally owned by a landlady, who bought it from a small property company - for a pittance. Unusually, this pub was not owned by a brewery, and the landlady wanted to work until she could no longer...
Six years ago, she sold it to Fullers, and now lives in Beckenham. She gave all her artworks and mementoes to the pub, to keep the ambiance of her tenure. Sold for £8.25 million. Erm, a good return on investment, non?
Kernel 'Citra' was on draught....'5C' was a comparison bottle... (ok it was greedy ) Always a bad influence to start as I don't mean to go on, because the next up was 'Jack Black' a dusky IPA - which tasted so damn ordinary...although richly coloured and miles better than my friend Patrick's staple fodder, Guinness.
Nothing like a Jack Black 'n Vernon...
And then there is the ambiance - priceless.
Thinking to walk back toward the river afterward, we were thwarted by an efflorescence of fluorescence...the human size yellow sparklers. " Sorry mate, it's shut" "go back up there and walk...it's shut". Gawd. So, jumped on a Circle Line train to Blackfriars, as I wanted to investigate The Black Friar. Right handy for the Station, this pub has an Arts and Crafts vibe and is Grade II listed property. My first visit and a veritable delight. One to look up...so decorative and extremely comfortable feel. Had a guest beer (Hop Stuff), then a St Stephanus. Nice enough, the well fermented flavour being enough. If only they had just one more pint of Citra for me...
And class decor too...
At the end of 2015 it was raining heavily, but during the last day, London was at its finest, bathed in sun and power.
I hope the sun shines in all of your hearts through 2016..."Cheers"