
“A trip to London” my friend Eric suggested, “taking in a few pubs around the London Bridge area.” This seemed like an excellent idea; I had spent most of the week at home doing some decorating, and I ached from climbing up ladders and crouching down to reach awkward spots. Besides, I had not really had a chance to catch up with Eric since my return from Japan, so a day’s drinking in some of Southwark’s finest hostelries seemed the perfect opportunity for a break from the painting and a chance to swap experiences about the Far East, (Eric has visited Japan in the past, so we had a lot to talk about).


The beer itself was not particularly great, not down to the
brewery I hasten to add, but much more likely the end of the barrel. Never
mind, we had a good look round before crossing the road and heading through the
bustling Borough Market opposite. The majority of the construction work
involved with squeezing in the new railway viaduct, high above the heads of the
market below, has now been completed and the Wheatsheaf pub which had the top
sliced off it in order to accommodate the new structure has now re-opened for
business. However, it was not our intention to be drinking Young’s beers as
since their move to Bedford they
really are a shadow of their former self. Instead we headed for everyone’s
favourite real ale pub in these parts, the Market Porter.
The pub was virtually empty when we arrived, in fact this
was the quietest I have ever seen it, but then it was just before midday and I
was certain that by early afternoon the place would be heaving as usual. With a
choice of 12 cask ales on offer it was difficult to decide what to go for. In
the end we opted for Signal Mainline from the recently opened Settle Brewery. We
had purposely chosen a weak beer to start with, but whilst this 3.6% abv brew
was pleasant enough, but a little on the sweet side so far as I was concerned,
and thus didn’t really hit the spot. I said that there weren’t many people in the pub, but
despite that there weren’t many places to sit down either. I put that down to
the fact that tables and chairs take up too much floor space, and when the
Market Porter is as packed as I’ve seen it every available square foot is
needed to accommodate all the punters. We did however, manage to grab one of
the last small tables, together with a couple of stools, in the extension at
the rear of the pub. This gave us a chance to sit down, consult the guide and
peruse the map, not that Eric could do much perusing as he had left his reading
glasses at home!
We could, of course, quite easily have spent the rest of the
day in the Porter. After all there were plenty of other beers for us to try,
but onwards and upwards we decided to give somewhere else a try and decided on
the Southwark Tavern, described in Des’s guide as a “contemporary pub”. The pub
is situated right on the edge of Borough Market, fronting on to Borough High
Street, and with its attractive tiled frontage, and evidence of its one time
owners Meux and Co still clearly visible, we stepped inside. Apart from the
dreaded Doom Bar, there were three other cask ales which caught our eye –
Stonehenge Eye-Opener, Red Squirrel Jack Black – Black IPA and Wharfe Bank Fair
Dinkum. We opted for the latter, a 4.3% cask lager, brewed using Australian
hops. It was nice and refreshing and this time really did do the trick. The
Southwark also offers a number of keg beers, including several foreign ones,
and I’d made a mental note to look at these more closely on my trip back from
the gents, but unfortunately quite forgot to do so when the time came.
We thought it wise to get something more solid inside of us
before any more beer was consumed, so where better than one of the many food
stalls operating in the adjacent market. A freshly cooked, hot, salt beef
sandwich, served up in a doorstep wedge of crusty bread with English mustard
and gherkins proved just the right amount of nourishment before moving on to
our next port of call.
I’d had it in mind to visit Katzenjammers, a German-themed
bier Keller sited in the basement of the old Hop Exchange. My son was rather
impressed with the place when he and a friend had visited the other year, but
after taking a wrong turning and ending up next to the cathedral, I decided to
go along with Eric’s suggestion of crossing the river and seeing what was on
offer in the City. This fitted in with the vague plan we had of gradually
making our way westwards towards Charing Cross station.
(To be continued).
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