The publog returns with a thorny question – nay, accusation – of pub etiquette breaches against one of its number. The question boils down to this: in a group gathering when no table is available, is it permissible to hand drinks to anoth[…]

De Hems is shut for refurbishment again. At least I hope it is merely for a quick spit and polish because its the kind of large central London specialist boozer that we cannot do without (Oranjeboom on tap). The only thing that worries me is the fact[…]

Hello, some of you may know me as Cabbage, however someone on Blogger has already knicked that, anyway, I like pubs, a lot.
Have you ever seen a pub and thought to yourself that it looks fantastic, like the sort of place that you could spend some ser[…]

A subject which often comes back up here is that of televisions in pubs. We all know the horror of the TV showing MTV while the jukebox is banging out something completely different. And we are all aware that no matter what is on a TV screen the eye […]

That badly researched piece (London’s Rising pub indeed) probably refers to the Rising Sun on Carter Lane in the City – which would make a degree of sense. A little bit more about the initially spurious sounding St Andrew By The Wardrobe […]

I have never heard of the Official Landlady of the City of Londons pub. The Rising? The London’s Rising?! Surely they can’t mean the Rising Sun? Any publoggers more in the know than me?[…]

The refurb merry-go-round spins and spins and this week paints another publog regular (favourite might be too stiff a word). The Pint Pot is dead, long live The Castle. There was something wonderfully alliterative about inviting someone for a drink a[…]

Just an addendum of the pub history stuff, I walked past the board outside the Bull & Mouth on New Oxford Street last night which has a detailed history of the pub and its name. The only part of this it that really interests me is at the end. Th[…]

Old English cities are built of pubs: I just spent the weekend in York and like Oxford which I am well acqainted with, and even smaller towns like St Albans, the place is stuffed to the gills with pubs. There is something quite heartwarming about wal[…]

Hotter Than July? Hey, its a short piece on the ker-azee weather we’ve been having – but actually I rather appreciated the open fire being on in the Yorkshire Grey (Latham Street) last night. It dried me off no end. But I suppose a questi[…]