The Edinboro Castle, Camden

Well, I'm sure that her Royal Highness will be sat in her throne and quite fondly smile over these comments at how distinctly British we all seem on this thread by (a) all this talk of 'queing' followed by (b) moaning about said que. Probably to the point where she might actually saunter down to this pub one evening and order herself a pot of tea (I wonder if she takes it with sugar) or perhaps a London Pride and revel in all the stereotyped cultural norms played out in front of her.

..and yes, yes. I'm not going to pretend that the wait at the bar might on occassion have you twiddling your thumbs. But so long as your not one of those impatient types, or agoraphobic, or suffer 5 minute alcohol withdrawal symptoms then going to place your order really isn't quite the "i've been here for 40 minutes" type-thing that those below (*points finger*) have described (i'm going to buy you all stop-watches for Christmas). Furthermore it's no big deal given the view. And by 'view' i'd be referring to the clientele.

Me. I think it's nice to find a pub in Camden where you don't have some random guy that's just wet himself uninvitingly perch on the end of your table, or watch an eccentric oddball in the corner try and drown in his pint and then when that fails order a plate of nachos to slit his wrists too, only to decide that actually they're probably just better off eaten.

And given the food here is (from the few things i've tried) pretty damn good those nachos might just satisfy him to the point that his life suddenly feels that bit better and he decides against a hospitality induced suicide, maybe even suicide altogether, and because of that plate of nachos finds a new meaning to his existance (for the record this isn't my life story), who knows he could move to Mexico and start his own nacho plantation or at the very least start some kind of strange cult/religion based on the food for Tom Cruise and Madonna to join.

My only reservation is that they need to provide female customers with a map with which to find the ladies toilets, half of them end up hovering around outside the gents scratching their heads not quite sure where they are exactly.

...but anyway; this was supposed to be a recommendation of sorts, and what I'm trying to say is: I quite like the place.

Disclaimer: No subliminal messages regarding nachos or suicide were intended.

Note to self: I really need to write more on-topic reviews.

5 Aug 2008 03:11