Beer Guide to the 1970s (part thirty-three)

And here we are, at the end of the independent breweries. A milestone of sorts. Still lots of breweries to go though.

All three of today's breweries are closed. Though one, Young, still operates as a pub company. With its own beers. All brewery closures are a reason for sadness. But it's especially true of a couple here. One, a small local brewery wih a ver limited trading area. Another a rare example of a clubs brewery, founded in the aftermath of WW I.


Yates & Jackson
Lancaster,
Lancashire.
Founded:    1811
Closed:            1984
Tied houses:    43

The other brewery in Lancaster, Yates & Jackson had a small tied estate in and around the city, extending to Morecambe on the coast. Did I drink their beer? I surely did. As I remember serving it at the Great British Beer Festival. Pretty decent stuff. Bought by Thwaites in 1984 and immediately closed.

beer	style	format	OG	description
Bitter	Pale Ale	draught	1035.2	well hopped
Mild	Mild	draught	1030.1	Dark Mild, not too sweet
Pale Ale	Pale Ale	bottled		similar to the Bitter
Nut Brown	Brown Ale	bottled		medium sweet

Yorkshire Clubs
York,
North Yorkshire.
Founded:    1924
Closed:            1975
Tied houses:    200 clubs

One of the three clubs breweries that made it to the 1970s. But, sadly, not for much longer. I can remember drinking a Mild of theirs at the Covent Garden Beer Festival in 1975. It was coal black and rather nice. Bought by Northern Clubs Federation in 1973 and closed a couple of years later.

beer	style	format	OG	description
Light Bitter	Pale Ale	draught		well flavoured, well hopped
4X	Pale Ale	draught		well flavoured, well hopped
6X	Pale Ale	draught		well flavoured, well hopped
Dark Mild	Mild	draught		Dark Mild, equivalent to Light Bitter in strength
Best Mild	Mild	draught		Dark Mild, equivalent to 4X in strength
Bitter	Pale Ale	bottled
4X	Pale Ale	bottled
Special	Pale Ale	bottled		strongest
CB Brown	Brown Ale	bottled		medium sweet

Young
Wandsworth,
London.
Founded:    1675
Closed:            2005
Tied houses:    140

A well-loved London brewer, Young stood out by their commitment to cask beer. The only brewer in the capital to do so. Which obviously put them in CAMRA’s good books. Most of their tied houses were in the Southwest of London, though there were a few north of the river. I drank quite a bit of their beer in the early 1980s as my landlord was a big fan. I thought their beers were OK, but much preferred Fullers. They still operate as a pub company, with the beers being brewed at Marston.

beer	style	format	OG	description
Ordinary Bitter	Pale Ale	draught	1036	very well hopped
Special Bitter	Pale Ale	draught	1047	stronger sweeter
Best Malt Ale	Mild	draught	1030	Dark Mild
Winter Warmer	Old Ale	draught	1055
Keg Bitter	Pale Ale	keg	1035.5
Saxon Lager	Lager	keg	1032.7
Pale Ale	Pale Ale	bottled	1030.5
Ram Rod	Pale Ale	bottled	1047.6	strong
Strong Export Bitter	Pale Ale	bottled	1062.6	very strong, for Belgium
Old Nick	Old Ale	bottled	1084.2
Brown Ale	Brown Ale	bottled	1031.7	medium sweet
Saxon Lager	Lager	bottled	1032.7

 

Beer Guide to the 1970s (part thirty-three)

We're getting really close to the end of the independent brewers. Just one more set after this lot.

This trio is mostly made up of Wolverhampton & Dudley breweries. One of which, Banks, is still open. At least for the moment. I doubt it will be around for much longer. Workington is one of those breweries which frustratingly stopped (sort of) just before I had chance to try their beers. They appeared in the 1974 Good Beer Guide where they were listed as brewing cask. I think in error, as in later editions they were specified as being all bright beer.


Wolverhampton & Dudley (Banks)
Wolverhampton,
West Midlands.
Founded:    1890
Closed:            still open
Tied houses:    770

One of the largest independent brewing groups, Wolverhampton & Dudley, operated two breweries. Obe in Wolverhampton and one in Dudley. Pretty close to each other in the Black Country, just outside Birmingham. Their pubs were mostly west of Birmingham extending as far as Wales and Coventry. Their beers were a bit like those of Home Ales: very reliable, if not hugely exciting. Bought Marston in 1999. Changed name to Marston in 2007.

beer	style	format	OG	description
Banks Bitter	Pale Ale	draught	1037.8	well hopped
Banks Mild	Mild	draught	1035.3	Light Mild, well hopped
Banks Bitter	Pale Ale	bottled	1038.1
Banks Old Ale	Old Ale	bottled	1096	dark and very strong
Banks Brown Ale	Brown Ale	bottled	1033.3
Banks Mild Ale	Mild	bottled		bottled Mild

Wolverhampton & Dudley (Hansons)
Dudley,
West Midlands.
Founded:    1847
Closed:            1992
Tied houses:    see Banks

Bought by Wolverhampton & Dudley in 1943, Hansons remained open for almost 50 years. Which isn’t bad going. Did I ever try their beers? Probably, a beer festival. Pretty sure I was never in one of their tied pubs. As with Banks, the vast majority of heir pubs sold cask beer. 

beer	style	format	OG	description
Hansons Bitter	Pale Ale	draught	1038.5	hoppier than Banks Bitter
Hansons Mild	Mild	draught	1035.5	Light Mild, well hopped
Hansons Special Stout	Stout	bottled	1045.9	medium sweet

Workington
Workington,
Cumbria,    
Founded:    1795
Closed:            1988
Tied houses:    110

This smallish regional brewer was bought by Mount Pleasant Investments in 1970. Then sold on to Matthew Brown in 1975, who renamed I the Lakeland Lager brewery. Presumably, to brew their Lager. Their tied estate was mostly concentrated in Cumbria but spread into North Lancashire. Never tried their beer, as they were converted to a Lager brewery before I had chance.

beer	style	format	OG	description
John Peel XXX Best Bitter	Pale Ale	draught		malty
John Peel Barley Brown Best Mild	Mild	draught		Dark Mild, nutty
John Peel	Pale Ale	keg
John Peel Pale Ale	Pale Ale	bottled
John Peel Export Ale	Pale Ale	bottled		strong
John Peel Brown Ale	Brown Ale	bottled		nutty
John Peel Stout	Stout	bottled	1040.8	sweet

 

Beer Guide to the 1970s (part thirty-two)

We're almost at the end of the independent breweries. You're probably glad to hear that. Until you realise how many breweries Whitbread and Bass Charrington operated in the 1970s. Which means I'm only about two-thirds of the way through.

Two of today's breweries are sill open. Well, sort of. As Charles Wells sold their brewery and then opened a new one a couple of years later. As it's the same company with much of the same tied estate, I'd count it as a continuation rather than a new start.

Wadworth
Devizes,
Wiltshire.

Founded:    1768
Closed:            still open
Tied houses:    148

A regional brewer in the Southwest of England, Wadworth had a pretty good reputation, especially for 6X, their Best Bitter. Possibly because almost all of their pubs sold cask beer. I thought their beers were pretty good, despite the black mark against them for not brewing a cask Mild. I happily drank plenty of 6X when I lived Swindon. 

beer	style	format	OG	description
Pale Ale	Pale Ale	draught	1031	distinctive flavour
IPA	IPA	draught	1035	slightly stronger
6X	Pale Ale	draught	1040	well flavoured, not sweet at all
Old Timer	Old Ale	draught	1053	pale, heavy and fruity
Mild Ale	Mild	draught		Dark Mild
Golden Keg	Pale Ale	keg	1035	high-gravity Bitter
Pale Ale	Pale Ale	bottled	1028
Green Label	Pale Ale	bottled		strong
Old Timer	Old Ale	bottled
Brown Ale	Brown Ale	bottled	1031	medium sweet
Middy Brown	Brown Ale	bottled		stronger and sweeter
Oatmeal Stout	Stout	bottled		dryish

Ward
Sheffield,
South Yorkshire.

Founded:    1837
Closed:            1999
Tied houses:    96

Ward was the smallest, brewery in Sheffield and was owned by Vaux of Sunderland. Their Mild was pretty nice, but, sadly, difficult to find. As already by the mid-1970s, Mild was dead in Sheffield. Most of their pubs were in the Sheffield area, but stretched as far south as Lincolnshire and Nottinghamshire. They had a good reputation and most of their pubs served cask. Bought by Vaux in 1972.

beer	style	format	OG	description
Bitter	Pale Ale	draught		distinctive flavour, malty
Best Bitter	Pale Ale	draught	1038.7	stronger
Mild	Mild	draught	1034	Light Mild, agreeable flavour
Pale Ale	Pale Ale	bottled
Brown Ale	Brown Ale	bottled
Kirby Ale	Brown Ale	bottled		stronger
Welcome Stout	Stout	bottled

Charles Wells
Bedford,
Bedfordshire.

Founded:    1818
Closed:            still open (sort of)
Tied houses:    269

One of the larger independent brewers in the Southeast, Wells their tied estate was mostly located to the North of London, stretching as far as Cambridge in the East and Northampton in the West. I mostly came across their beers at festivals. I can’t say that they left much of an impression on me. Only around a quarter of their pubs sold cask. The brewery and brands were sold to Marston in 2017. The Wells family opened a new brewery in 2019.

beer	style	format	OG	description
IPA	IPA	draught	1036	well-hopped
Fargo	Pale Ale	draught	1051	dark and smooth
Mild	Mild	draught		darkish, nutty
Noggin Keg	Pale Ale	keg	1040	hoppier than average
Ace Lager	Lager	keg
Light Ale	Pale Ale	bottled
Star Special	Pale Ale	bottled		strong
Fargo Ale	Strong Ale	bottled
Old Bedford Ale	Old Ale	bottled
Brown Ale	Brown Ale	bottled		similar to the Mild
Welcome Brown	Brown Ale	bottled		sweet
Bowman Stout	Stout	bottled		medium sweet

 

Let's Brew - 1896 Eldridge Pope Double Stout

The other Stout from Eldridge Pope was more of a Stout-like strength. Though I’m not sure it’s strong enough to really count as a Double Stout. By the standards of the day.

The grist is identical to that of Tonic Stout, except that there’s a bit more of the sugar. So not a huge amount to discuss there. Except that in his case there’s no description at all, other than “Saccharum”.

Surprisingly, the hopping rate per quarter (336lbs) of malt is a little lower than for Tonic Stout, a 9.5 lbs rather than 10.5 lbs. Though the higher gravity here leaves the calculated bitterness level higher.

The hops were a three-way split between one type of Oregon hops and two of English. Again, with no indication of vintage or variety.

1896 Eldridge Pope Double Stout
pale malt	8.75 lb	67.31%
brown malt	1.00 lb	7.69%
black malt	1.00 lb	7.69%
No. 3 invert	2.00 lb	15.38%
caramel 1000 SRM	0.25 lb	1.92%
Cluster 150 mins	1.75 oz
Fuggles 60 mins	1.75 oz
Fuggles 30 mins	1.75 oz
OG	1062
FG	1027
ABV	4.63
Apparent attenuation	56.45%
IBU	72
SRM	44
Mash at	151º F
Sparge at	170º F
Boil time	150 minutes
pitching temp	59º F
Yeast	WLP002 English Ale

 

Looking back

Isn't what I'm going to do today. That's not what this blog is about. Well, I suppose it is. but not today. I'm going o be looking forward. To next year.

It should be an interesting and varied year.

For a start, I already have three trips to South America planned. Brazil in March, Chile in April and Argentina in June.  I wouldn't mind a few more trips that way, if hey can e arranged. As you may have noticed, I quite like it down that way.

A beach in Bahia, Brazil.

The big trip of the year, with the kids, is scheduled to be Australia.  Three weeks or so.the provisional itinerary is Singapore, Perth, Adelaide, Melbourne, Sydney and Cairnes. And possibly  Auckland, as Andrew fancies going to New Zealand. I's just a question of if we can fit it in.

I wouldn't mind a trip to the USA in May. It's been getting harder for me to organise stuff in the USA. Not sure why. I haven't been there much since COVID. Just he once this year. Not quite sure where I'd like to go. Somewhere I've not been before would be nice. I was thinking of May. Though other months are available. Suggestions are welcome.

I also need to get to Cork to finish off the Murphy's records. Not sure when that might be. I plan taking Andrew with me to speed up he process. And to give him a chance to ride an Irish train.

Any other suggestions for travel are also welcome. Especially if it's  somewhere I've not been before.

Oh, and I plan releasing "Keg!". My book about UK brewing in the 1970s. I just need to finish off the brewery guide.

Let's Brew Wednesday - 1896 Eldridge Pope Light Tonic Stout

Outside London, Porter was pretty much dead by the 1890s. In name, a least. Because there were lots of lower-gravity Stouts that were much like Porters, in terms of strength. Quite often these were exclusively bottled beers. With named like Luncheon Stout, Nourishing Stout or Tonic Stout.

Another trend in Black Beers in the 19h century was a simplification of the grist. With brown malt being dropped, leaving a grist of just pale and brown malt. Which is why I was surprised to see brown malt here. Making it resemble a London grist.

There are no adjuncts, interestingly. Adjuncts were pretty common by this point, and appear in most of Eldridge Pope’s beers. There are, however, two types of sugar. Caramel and something described as “BS”. I’ve substituted No. 3 invert for the latter.

Three types of hops were employed, two English and one Oregon. Unfortunately, there’s no indication of their age.

This beer wouldn’t have been aged and would probably only been available in bottled form.

1896 Eldridge Pope Light Tonic Stout
pale malt	8.00 lb	71.49%
brown malt	0.875 lb	7.82%
black malt	0.875 lb	7.82%
No. 3 invert	1.25 lb	11.17%
caramel 1000 SRM	0.19 lb	1.70%
Cluster 150 mins	1.50 oz
Fuggles 60 mins	1.50 oz
Fuggles 30 mins	1.50 oz
OG	1051
FG	1019.5
ABV	4.17
Apparent attenuation	61.76%
IBU	66
SRM	38
Mash at	154º F
Sparge at	174º F
Boil time	150 minutes
pitching temp	60º F
Yeast	WLP002 English Ale

 

Drinkalongathon 2024 - whisky and cheese

A plate of cheese, pate, olives and a knife. And a glass of whisky.

 18:15

The Christmas spirit is flowing through me. Translation: I've had a few glasses of whisky. Just little ones.Honestly. I haven' even touched he Islay I bough myself.

I've got my second wind, food-wise. Cheese or the sausage rolls Dolores made earlier? Why not both? I is Christmas, after all.

Go your string to hand? Your eggs? You'll be needing them soon.

 

Drinkalongathon 2024 - red wine and duck

A  duck dinner with spuds, sprouts, gravy and red wine.

 16:40

The  fatty goodness of he duck dances on he redness of the wine. he protein/alcohol combination makes my head spin.This  is dinner as it should be. With me half-pissed and he cooking done by someone else. (I can't do the cooking his year due to my fucked arm.) Maybe the warmup whiskies helped.

 

 

Drinkalongathon 2024 - The Singleton 12 year and some crappy film

 

A  glass of he Singleton and  Rat Race on TV.

15:40

Just time for an aperiif before dinner. And what better than a small whisky?  The alcoholiness of he whisky undercuts the underlying shittiness of Ratt Race.

The ducks (two this year) are roasting nicely.

"Dad, you're missing he film." Alexei says.

"You're saying that like it's a bad thing."

"Hurry up. They've stolen Hitler's car."

Looks like being a Nazi Christmas again.

 

 

Drinkalongathon 2024 - Sicilian white wine and goats cheese things

Goat cheese thing with a glass of white wine and Christmas decorations.

14:32

Time for our starters which is goats cheese in pastry. As always. The wininess of the wine cuts through the goatiness of the cheese wonderfully.

"Do you have any more wine?" Alexei asks.

That's supposed to be me asking for more booze.

"No." What's left is for Dad.
 

Drinkalongathon 2024 - St. Bernardus Abt and ballet

St. Bernardus Abt in a  Chimay glass, ballet on TV in he background

14:05

Late start and slow going his year. It's afternoon and I'm only on my second drink. he deep, dark religiousity of the Abt contrasts nicely with he push poncing about on he screen. Which could turn anyone to drink.
 

 

 

Drinkalongathon 2024 - bacon sandwich and fino sherry

 

A bacon sandwich  and a glass of fino sherry.

12:18

It's a traditional start to the day, with a bacon sarnie and fino sherry. Though rather later than usual. Didn't have he bees of kips last night. I guess i was he anticipation of Santa coming.

The dryness of he sherry nicely cuts through the salty fattiness of he bacon. And what better way to start he day than with  fatty pork? I sets a man (or woman) up for the day.  And i's going to be a long day.

Buckle up and gett ready for he ride.

Back home

We rise a little earlier today. Around eight. As we need to check out by eleven.

I haven’t had the greatest of nights. I’ve been coughing like crazy. It’s a surprise I have any lungs left.

A breakfast of bacon, eggs, tomato, toast and tea.

Dolores fetches my usual breakfast. It’s the breakfast I always have in Britain. When I can. Egg, bacon and tomato. With toast, too, of course. I wouldn’t want to disrespect the eggs.

Back in our room, we just about have time to pack before checkout time. And for Dolores to make sandwiches for the train. She’s always thinking ahead.

Checked out, I remain guarding our bags while Dolores goes to the supermarket to buy contraband. Joints of meat, crumpets, cheese. Stuff you can’t easily find in Amsterdam.

She returns with bulging bags of goodies. Everything we want to take back to Amsterdam.

Once the stuff has been absorbed into our luggage, we do what comes natural. Which is to trail down he pub. The Euston Flyer, again. As it’s on the way to St. Pancras. It makes lots of sense. And Dolores wants a couple of farewell pints of London Pride. Everyone wins.

A pint of London Pride and a pin of ESB.

“I haven’t been coughing as much today.” I say optimistically over my pint of ESB.

“That’s good, Ronald.”

“Maybe I’m over this cold.”

“It didn’t sound like that last night. I expected to find bits of  your lungs all over the duvet this morning.”

“You sound disappointed.”

“Relieved. I think.”

“That’s reassuring. Really, really reassuring.”

I’ve prepared a special drink for the train journey. I’ve decanted my half bottle of whisky into the remainder of my litre of cola. So much more dignified than swigging whisky straight from the bottle.

“Do you want to eat something, Ronald?”

“I wouldn’t mind.” It is about 5 hours since I ate breakfast.

“What do you fancy?”

“I wouldn’t mind a pie. But that comes with mash.” I’m not a big mashed potato fan.  “Would you eat my mash?”

“No.”

“I thought you liked mash?”

“Not from a packet.”

“It won’t be from a packet.”

“I prefer my own mash.”

“You really don’t want to eat my mash, do you?”

“No.”

No pie for me, then.  “I’ll get a sandwich.”

A fish finger sandwich.

Which I do. A fish finger sandwich. Which comes with chips. Dolores just gets some onion rings.

“How’s your sandwich, Ronald?”

“Quite nice. But it isn’t a pie.”

“There’s more to life than pies.”

“Is there?”

The sandwich is pretty good. The fish fingers are solid lumps of fish. But it’s not a pie. My pie needs have remained frustratingly unfulfilled this trip.

We have a second pint. Pride and ESB again.

“You know that they’re the same recipe?”

“Really?”

“Yes, they’re brewed together.”

“How does that work?”

The bar of the Euston Flyer.

I explain parti-gyling to Dolores. It fills in the half hour we have left in the pub quite nicely. I think I may have lost her half-way through. When she starts messaging the kids. But I believe I got over the basic principle of the technique.

I start coughing as soon as we get to St. Pancras. It gets worse as we queue for all the formalities. Ticket check, security, two lots of passport control. Not much fun one-handed.

Then the standing. As all the seats are occupied until the next Paris train boards. I find standing so much fun nowadays.

The train is totally full. At least, our carriage is full. Even before we’ve left the station, I’m coughing up a storm. With occasional echoes from other passengers. I must be making everyone’s journeys.

I’m sitting peacefully on the bog, when there’s a tapping on the door. Presumably the conductor.

“Yes?” I say.

After more tapping, I hear the door being unlocked. I quickly pull up my kecks and make myself decent.

It is the conductor. And, from the look on her face, it’s clear that I’m not who she’s looking for. Dolores tells me that a bag thief, pursued by the bags owner and the conductor had run past.

“How dramatic.” Dolores says.

“Almost as dramatic as the conductor catching me with my kecks down would have been.”

After Brussels, the train is much emptier. And we move to roomier seats. Where I finish off my special drink just as we pass through Schiphol.

Amsterdam seems very quiet as we snake through it homewards in a No. 2 tram. Even though it’s only 23:30.

Andrew is awake. Not sure if he’s just got up or is about to go to bed. It’s midnight. And I’m still coughing.



The Euston Flyer
83-87 Euston Rd.,
London NW1 2RA,
https://www.eustonflyer.co.uk/


 

It's that time of year again

The time of boiled eggs and string. Some call it Christmastime. But for me it's Drinkalongathon time. When you get the chance to drink along with me as I plough through an ocean of booze.

You know the score. I  now rattle off a list of things that you'll need to join in. As I'm sure you all will want to.

You'll require:

1 crate of St. Bernardus Abt
4 rashers of bacon
5 pieces of string
1 bottle of the best Islay whisky you can afford
4 soft-boiled eggs
3 hard-boiled eggs
7 pieces of egg string
1 bottle of fino sherry
2 bottles of crappo sherry
1 Christmas jumper (left upstairs in a drawer, still wrapped)
4 crumpets
2 bottles of barrel-aged cachaca (amburana, if possible)
200 gm double Gloucester cheese
300 gm treble Gloucester cheese
1 packet cheesy biscuits
2 bottles of port
2 soft brown rolls
3 manly brown rolls
filo pastry to taste
1 small bottle of tonic water
3 large bottles of gin
2 ice cubes
1 day of shit Christmas TV programmes
2 bottles of Amstel Bok
1 step ladder
1 reserve sling

Quite a short list this year due to my continued incapacity.

The Drinkalongathon will start at 9 AM sharp. Be sure to have your eggs and string ready.

Monday, Monday

We start our day at around nine again. With tea, made by Dolores, of course.

It’s getting on for ten when we stumble down to breakfast. It’s fairly quiet once more. Where is everyone? December is usually a busy month for the hotel.

A breakfast pf eggs, bacon and tomato.

Some of the foreign guests make bizarre breakfast choices.

“No-one British would have salami with bacon and eggs. It’s weird.”

“People from abroad don’t know that.”

“They should read up on the British breakfast rules before they travel. “

“Really?”

“Yes. So they don’t embarrass themselves at breakfast time.”

“Who’s checking them? The breakfast police?”

“If it was up to me, yes. Otherwise, it’s complete anarchy.”

Few around me seem to have consulted the English breakfast rules. Including Dolores. I’m sticking with an approved breakfast: bacon, egg and tomato. Nothing inappropriate on my plate.

We have a plan for today. The British Library. We head that way around noon. After a while of dossing around. 

The entrance of the British Library.

A couple of exhibitions have attracted our interest. One is about a silk road town in northwest China. The other on medieval women. We plump for the former as the latter is more expensive.

The exhibition is based around scrolls found in a cave around 1900. Thousands of them, in a variety of languages, dating from around 1,000 years ago. I can read the odd character in the Chinese texts. Mostly numbers. Those three years spent studying Chinese weren’t a total waste.

“Is this all there is? Just this one room?” Dolores asks, disappointed.

“Looks like it.”

“That’s no very much for eight quid.”

“Only six quid for me, oldie person.”

As we sill have time, we take a look at the free, permanent exhibition. Which has some really cool stuff. Like a Magna Carta. And, in the British Museum tradition, objects looted from all over the world.

Where to now? The answer is obvious: the Euston Flyer. It’s just over the road. I would be stupid not to drop in.

“A pint of ESB, please, Dolores.”

Obviously, she’s drinking London Pride. What else would she have in a Fullers pub?

Euston Flyer hand pumps.

It’s a bit after 15:00. And, being between the lunch and evening sessions, the pub isn’t very full. Though there are odd groups scattered around he interior. As quiet as we’ve seen a pub, so far.

The ESB is rather nice. Malty and full. Being cask, it slides down a treat. With none of that distracting fizz or chill. Why does anyone ever drink beer that isn’t cask?

We don’t go crazy. Only saying for a couple of pints.

Dolores spotted a fish and chip shop when wandering around the other day. And I really fancy pie and chips. So off we trail.

“We’ve no pies today.”

Bum. We’ll have to make do with fish and chips. Which is what we do.

On the way back to the hotel we drop by Waitrose. Where we trail the lovely fish and chip smell behind us.

“Why do you need more whisky, Ronald?”

“For the train tomorrow. I wouldn’t want to die of thirst.”

“Right. You could drink that cola you bought the other day.”

“I will do. Just with some added knives.”

The fish and chips are pretty good. The fish well cooked. And a decent portion of chips. One between the two of us is plenty.

I finish off my litre of cheap whisky watching Match of the Day 2.




The Euston Flyer
83-87 Euston Rd.,
London NW1 2RA,
https://www.eustonflyer.co.uk/