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WINE<br />
&<br />
DINE<br />
GEORGE THE bARMAN<br />
I love pubs<br />
George James:<br />
I love pubs. I raised myself in them; as a teenager, I skipped school to sit in<br />
dark and dingy corners, with a ten pack of cheap cigarettes and a warm pint<br />
of watery ale and waste away the afternoons.<br />
I<br />
was a jumped up posh boy who wanted to<br />
be a working class hero (self-indulgent, I<br />
know, but I was 16) and pubs were the best<br />
place to escape the trappings of being a<br />
middle class, over sensitive Bob Dylan fan. In<br />
the tired, smelly Victorian buildings of Worcester<br />
I got to mix with all kinds of publicans and<br />
regulars, who at the time were my idols. A constant<br />
of the pub, each had their own particular<br />
chair and staple drink. The staff behind the bar<br />
became like substitute teachers, but instead of<br />
teaching useless things like Maths or English,<br />
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they taught me the important things in life, like<br />
how to roll cigarettes or how to avoid a hangover.<br />
Pubs at this time were going through a revolution.<br />
The Weatherspoons revolution. Weatherspoons<br />
acquire struggling pubs, and because<br />
of the sheer volume that they own are able<br />
to provide cheaper beer, cheaper food, and<br />
constant television. At the time, I used them<br />
too, but I felt bad for every boarded up ‘Queen<br />
Elizabeth’ and ‘Royal Oak’ that couldn’t afford<br />
to compete with a ‘beer and a burger’ for a<br />
fiver. But I soon got over that; after<br />
all Weatherspoons helped keep me<br />
full and drunk at university, and I felt<br />
it was inevitable that pubs, like all<br />
things in the modern world, would<br />
become standardised in order to<br />
survive at all.<br />
A pub seemed like the natural<br />
choice for my first job. I started<br />
work as a bar man/waiter in one of<br />
Britain’s 759 pubs called ‘The Red<br />
Lion’. The Red Lion was a little village<br />
pub, with its own group of regulars,<br />
such as one who came early to tell us<br />
about how he wanted to die. It was<br />
also a chain pub, not Weatherspoons,<br />
but one of its rivals, who shall remain<br />
nameless.<br />
The Red Lion particularly focused<br />
on the family Sunday roast. Sundays<br />
were manic. Everyone wanted a different<br />
sauce to slather over their dry<br />
turkey or crucified roast beef. People<br />
were rude, it smelt, the carpets were<br />
sticky and for the first time in my life<br />
I got tired of the taste of warm beer.<br />
The regulars also stopped being my<br />
hero’s, when it turned out that actually<br />
they were a depressing group<br />
of alcoholics (Who knew?). The staff<br />
were mean and the head chief obviously<br />
had too much gravy in the microwave<br />
to be able to communicate<br />
without sweating and shaking like<br />
he was about to explode. I couldn’t<br />
take the place anymore, I had to get<br />
out, not just the pub but the whole<br />
town, I still wanted to sit in pubs, but<br />
I wanted to do it somewhere where it<br />
didn’t smell faintly of urine. The staff<br />
didn’t like me either, the cracks in my<br />
fake working class exterior were widening.<br />
I asked the chiefs ‘where they<br />
had trained’; I questioned everyone<br />
on what they ‘really’ wanted to do in<br />
life and asked for my staff meal of a<br />
burger to be cooked blue. I eventually<br />
resigned and just in time too, a<br />
month after I quit there was a murder<br />
in the pub toilets.<br />
I went to london. I went to cocktail<br />
bars and nightclubs and trendy bar<br />
café’s in Brick Lane and Soho. They<br />
were great, but they couldn’t give<br />
me what pubs had done. In cocktail<br />
bars you had to pay £8 for a drink<br />
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THE bEST<br />
pLAcE TO<br />
EScApE THE<br />
TrAppINGS<br />
OF bEING<br />
A MIddLE<br />
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SENSITIVE<br />
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the size of an espresso. In nightclubs<br />
you had to sit alone for hours on<br />
end while your friends went to try<br />
and attract potential wives, with a<br />
strange tribal dance. In bar café’s you<br />
had to listen to some nineteen year<br />
old girl slaughter Neil Young songs<br />
on an acoustic guitar her dad paid<br />
for. I wanted my newspaper reading,<br />
football watching, anyone can come<br />
in. But I couldn’t go back to warm<br />
beer and sticky carpets either.<br />
But luckily I wasn’t alone. Pubs in<br />
London have been going through<br />
their own revolution in the last ten<br />
years, and have changed beyond recognition.<br />
Particularly in North London.<br />
Landlords everywhere realised<br />
they couldn’t compete with chain<br />
pubs on price, but as the demand is<br />
there for good food and interesting<br />
beers, they can compete on quality.<br />
First I discovered ‘The Flask’ in<br />
Highgate Village, where on the beer<br />
menu are beers such as blue moon;<br />
a wheat beer (which is best served<br />
with an orange slice) or Kwak (which<br />
comes with a glass that has a wooden<br />
handle). Then I stumbled upon<br />
‘The Assembly House’ in Kentish<br />
Town which is great for food and is<br />
super cool inside. Then I needed a<br />
pub to watch football in and was recommended<br />
to go to ‘The Sheephaven<br />
Bay’ in Mornington Crescent, an<br />
Irish pub which not only shows football<br />
but shows Gaelic football.<br />
Pubs are fighting back, and they are<br />
winning. The Common joke outside<br />
of London is that in the capital a pint<br />
of beer will cost you four pounds. It’s<br />
a fair comment because it probably<br />
will, but I will happily pay it, because<br />
I love pubs but I want individual pubs<br />
owned by Landlords and frequented<br />
by everyone, from the sixteen year<br />
olds skipping school to the old man<br />
reading his newspaper.<br />
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