There is an inevitable
frustration in making a 24 hour trip down to London for work. Trapped in a taxi
from Euston to the hotel the whole buzz of the city passes by unheeded-I could
be travelling anywhere.
We ate in a branch of
Byrons tucked on the first floor of a mostly closed chopping precinct on
Cheapside alongside St Pauls. Although the setting was soulless it was
difficult to fault the food – posh burgers and chips. The chips, the mark of
any half decent restaurant were properly hot from their fat, crisp with a good
bite. The burger was layered with onion and tomato, medium rare, as I had asked. Last time I had been there it came with a bourbon
flavoured dressing. That did not seem to be on the menu but the great fat
gerkin slice on the side of the plate made up for that.
There was a short menu
of craft beers and I had a couple of bottles of The Kernel Pale Ale – good depth of
flavour and finish and pleasantly cloudy. I have never heard of The Kernel beer but a quick squint at their website would indicate they are worth investigating
http://www.thekernelbrewery.com/index.html
The website then led me onto beer online which could be dangerous in the lead up to Christmas
http://www.beermerchants.com/
After Byrons we
struggled to find a pub that was open at 10.00 on a Monday evening evetualy
stumbling across The Centre Page on Knightrider Street. We were the only people in
there apart from the east European bar staff sat round a table polishing up
culterey before serving us another pint. There was a Dvid Hasselhoff shrine in the corner and a note of the number of times he had visited. I should of had my camera.
There was more frustration the next day in the rush to get back to Liverpool there was no time to find somewhere half decent to eat so it was an expensive ham sandwich, crisps and a bottle of Coke on the train.
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