Rest in London: pubs and rock clubs of the British capital
Like compatriots to go to London. Probably tired of the myths about Paris as about a holiday that is always with you. In addition, for most of the graduates of Soviet schools, London is one of the few places where you can hear speech in an almost accessible language. And, of course, there are still citizens who have not burned the brain and hearing products “star Factory”. They still live the idea of London as the musical capital of the world.Indeed, early in the morning here in the alleys of St. James’s Park you can meet bass-sir-guitarist-sir Paul McCartney, and I know a man who knows a man who saw in Harrods a man like Rod Stewart or Robbie Williams. Yes, that Robbie Williams!
It is necessary to settle in a hotel that will not leave you feeling in vain lived nights. We first chose the London Four Seasons because of its strategic location, and besides, have long loved the Four Seasons George V in Paris, so expect a response. It stands on Hamilton place, Park lane. It is hard to imagine a more capital-intensive place in Europe than this Park lane. Here anyone feels a little master of “Chelsea”. Reference number, which should be considered as the money– €300. This pyramid of luxury ends with two variants of a one-bedroom or two-bedroom Suite – €1,4 thousand and 1,9 thousand per night. 26 suites and 194 all other rooms. A decent utility company.
Being presented to the Butler, who offered to take our things apart and hang them out, we, as befits people born in a democratic country, shushed, said: “No-no, that you, thank you” – and fled to the nearest pub. To come face to face with the myth called London cuisine. Let friends say that it is impossible to eat in London. Nonsense. Just the guys or show off much, or do not know. In the first case, the speaker neglects the excellent food in pubs, in the second – saves on decent restaurants. In London there are all. For example, a Japanese restaurant Nobu, which should take place in a queue for a couple of weeks and a visit to which can cost the budget of a small town of the Central Russian upland.
However, this afternoon we go to the historic pub to indulge in great food from the pub. The nearest historical pubs from our hotel are nag’s Head on the little street Kinnerton (53) and The Star Tavern in the Belgravia Mews cul-de-SAC. Not the fact that Nag’s Head will feed you, but the fact that it is the smallest historical pub in the city is a medical fact. There are two tables, two fireplaces with cast-iron appliances for heating water, irons and drying for shoes. If they get close, maybe ten people will fit in. In the main hall, of course-the Annex is not considered, it is not so historical. The street itself was built in 1820-ies as konushenny series for the service of the Palace Wilton. And now, 150 years nothing changes. Unless the horses are no longer kept here and property prices are rising.
We have to keep in mind the fact that pubs are divided according to the list of those names of beer and ale, which are presented in them. That is, do not look for brands from Fuller in the pub, where Scottish Courage reigns. Therefore, you are informed about it in every possible way. Following the theme for reflection – ale is not beer in our understanding of the issue. Ale is made differently, and the taste, and foam, and the degree of carbonation – everything is different here. Specifically for professionals pivopitiya I’d say one thing: from ale less suffer pancreatic and liver.
By the way, drinks from Fullers are presented in The Star Tavern (Belgrave Muse, 6). It is a late Georgian pub, which has always been an example of social segregation. Then it passed. Had a beer here the scandalous call girl Christine Keeler, here on the second floor met the great robbery of a mail train, stealing €2.6 million Hard to say, then, that the pub is not historical. But our lunch – award winning sausages with mashed potatoes and gravy workhorse. And that’s all €6.5. Who doesn’t like London cuisine with John Smith’s Extra Smooth beer? Keep it simple! If you decide to drink a beer today, you can literally walk to another historic place – The Antelope (Eton Terrace, 22). It is located where once was deaf behinds Buckingham Palace and stretched in the swamp. Only then it became the coolest place for real estate and the composition of tenants (mentioned Paul McCartney lives next door).
But the day tends to evening milking, and we clearly understand that we have to choose between going to a decent restaurant for dinner and a rock club. It is clear that in one evening they can not fit both. And we choose the cultural program.
Club The Bull&Gate is actually a former post office in the Camden area, and the whole room is divided into the actual concert hall and quite a decent pub. So when at 11 o’clock in a pub stop giving beer according to the local legislation, fans move to club where still young groups continue to act.
We listened to the concert of the band Firegarden (and four others) and can safely say – rock ‘ n ‘ roll is alive! When 18-year-olds play a whole concert of fervent hard rock of their own composition with obvious hits, a charismatic bass guitarist leader (London is lucky to have bass players!), who is also the author of all the songs, the meaninglessness of “star Factory” is too obvious. The band plays in front of 50 people as if it is the first and last concert of its life on Wembley in favor of the hungry Volga region: “And now we will sing a song that was written long ago by the grandfather of the music that we play– Deep Purple. It’s called ‘Highway Star’.” Two young guitarists play quite well for one Richie Blackmore. Each subsequent group has a completely different style, image and very intricate repertoire. These guys listened to everything from the early Yardbirds to Muse. The ticket price for five groups is €5. And we still manage to eat – next door there is a Chinese place called Noodle Planet. They have no alcohol license, but the portions are intricate and huge. Plus fresh fruit cocktails. Plus the price is €3 per dish.
Moving to the next hotel – Lanesborough on Hyde Park corner (that is, on the corner), we begin to realize what a restrained Imperial grandeur. The room – the double Deluxe we got– is furnished in Regency style. In the same style, by the way, made the other 96 rooms. The era of 1820, plus all the options of modern technology, plus the Park at hand. Price for Deluxe double with Sunday discounts – €285. Junior Suite is already worth €485, which in any case translates into a thousand dollars per night. The trouble with such hotels is one – you do not want to go out of the room, and you can spend the whole precious day in the hotel instead of going to brunch at the favorite restaurant of all Bibendum motorists (Fulham road, 81). The restaurant is located in a stunning art Nouveau building. It was once the workshop of the Michelin tire. On the ground floor there is an oyster bar. A dozen Irish oysters and Australian white will cost € 30 per nose, which is neither more nor less. The same dozen oysters in Dublin’s temple bar in the pub costs €14. Good Saturday morning!
A visit to the second floor, where the spirit of haute cousine reigns, is a whole event, but it’s worth it. For those exploring the chic areas of London in more detail recall that just a few steps away on Mossop street is an institution called Admiral Codrington – a historic pub, part of which is in the Annex. An excellent restaurant, which noted in its latest Michelin guide Eating Out In Pubs. Beer from Bass group of companies. Fish dishes for two with white Australian will cost €50. We went there on Sunday and had fun before going to the Victoria and albert Museum. This is the most fun Museum we’ve ever seen. After the white mice and the Greek halls in the Fatherland, we were offered to touch the exhibits, answer questions in order to consolidate the material, create our own coat of arms and bookplate on the computer, squeeze out the coat of arms of V&A on the silver plate with the help of the machine and try on the kimono. If it amuses adults, how, therefore, useful to children.
From seven in the evening on Sundays in “Covent garden” are “battle Of the bands” (Battle Of The Band). On the stage of the club The Gardening with the sponsorship of some vodka are three or five very young groups. They judge jury headed by TV star Fionnay – fun proangliysky. The winners of the final receive €1 thousand And there is something to look at. Groups come from Sussex, Essex and other suburbs, but sound very decently, and each has already its demo disk and couple-triad songs, which can become hit. Or may not be in a monstrous competition. While we drink cocktails from pitchers of two liters, the group wins The Orphans with the singer-composer, resembling Robert Smith (The Cure). He is twenty-six and works as a chef in a pizzeria. Bon appetit, England!