Harp of Erin, Deptfordback to pub details please note - reviews on this site are purely the opinion of site visitors, so don't take them too seriously.
'E's not pinin'! 'E's passed on! This parrot is no more! He has ceased to be! 'E's expired and gone to meet 'is maker! 'E's a stiff! Bereft of life, 'e rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed 'im to the perch 'e'd be pushing up the daisies! 'Is metabolic processes are now 'istory! 'E's off the twig! 'E's kicked the bucket, 'e's shuffled off 'is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisible!! THIS IS AN EX-PUB!!
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Good karaoke sesh on a Saturday afternoon from 3-6ish pm. Friendly enough local with a mix of white and afro-carribean punters. Pool table to the rear side of the L shaped lounge. Punters smoking in doorway often greet you, especially if weather is inclement. Colours a bit loud inside but its clean enough. Strange orange tiled bar. Friendly barmaid, quick to serve, landlady's daughter. Toilets clean with multi-coloured tiles and handsoap. Serves bottled Bulmers and canned Red Stripe plus a few things on tap, Stella, Fosters, Guinness etc. Pleasant to get change from a fiver for 2 drinks these days. All in all worth a punt on a Saturday PM after some shopping around the market and High St.
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A more hideous sight I have yet to encounter on the pub scene than the interior of the Harp of Erin, not that it is particularly appealing from the outside. The multiple shades of orange on show here are enough to Stevie Wonder vomit and even my colour blindness could not mute the vivid tones. Vast expanses of wall space are coated in orange hues and apart from the occasional cheap poster, tacky entertainment flyer and a few LP records plastered by the DJ booth, there is little to break up the bright monotony. Even the pillars are painted top to toe orange. The green baise of the pool table makes for a violent clash and adds to the dizzying nausea. The rest of the d�cor is little better. The seating reminds me of the back of a Ford Prefect, not that you can sit down anywhere, much of the bar area being a bit cramped and when we were there, the locals had spilled their belongings over virtually every available table despite all congregating at one with the bar. Obviously they weren�t expecting anyone else to wander in that day, but then why should they? A radio blasted out at a ridiculous volume (I was amazed that the tiny speakers could handle it) which leads me to believe the Please Leave Quietly signs are merely for decorative purposes. It�s not all doom and gloom. The Barmaid was very pleasant and I even got my (keg) beer in an old dimpled mug. But that�s about the end of the plusses. In a corner, a young mother was cradling her recent family addition. I hope her offspring grows up to have better taste in pubs.
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Um, it's actually still open. Walk past it everyday. Don't know about sale plans.
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Well, here's a shock - it's currently closed and being advertised for �800k, with planning permission to convert to flats. Lewisham council and the pubco - thank you very much.
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Unless this pub has reverted to it's original name, it changed from the 'Harp of Erin' nearly 15 years ago. I cannot remember it's new name, but I seem to recall it was vaugely Irish, (like "Murphy's" or something similar).
NickT - 18 Jan 2005 13:42 |
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