The Moon and Sixpence, Perth

There used to be a Moon and Sixpence in Wardour Street, London (I think - HolbornBoy would recall better than I), which wasn't a bad pub given that it was a chain establishment. My god what a contrast this place is; I wouldn't say the 'poms' are in any way the problem - in fact they probably lend it an air of class - but lord this place appeared barely civilised the night we were there. From pissy beer to verbose swearing Sheilas with rears the size of small countries to sticky tables and potentially violent bar room games this is a place to be afforded a wide berth.
Perth is such a pleasant 30 something town but why oh why can't they sort the pubs out? And then sort the out the officious police - get a job, mate!

26 Jul 2010 15:16

The Irish Times, Melbourne

Mary, Jesus and Joseph, this pub is about as Irish as me and rougher than Bob Geldolf's backside.
The night we were there the airborne objects included three trays, a Guinness bar towel, one plastic toucan and possibly swine flu (kangaroo version).
I think the bar in Neighbours is far safer.

26 Jul 2010 15:02

The Old Fountain, Old Street

Spent a fabulous evening at the Old Fountain with four exquisite and juvenile friends of a kindred persuasion. How we revelled in the boisterous atmosphere as we chatted and giggled suggestively surrounded as we were but handsome young men in grey suits.
We dined wholesomely on wondrous provender: I had Cumberland ring, Tick had coq au vin, Adam dined on a nice rump whilst Bernadette went for the toad in the hole.
We noted to our sheer delight that there four males on pump - one was a big shining Dark Star, one a Ram Rod, the others being Dirty Dick's and Coocker Hoop�which we certainly were!
And oh those barmen, pulling those decorative hand pumps - talk about fountains.
We'll be back sisters!

9 Nov 2009 14:16

The Regency Tavern, Brighton

Stopped off at The Regency on a fine spring early Sunday afternoon. Found the pub by accident as we threaded through the backstreets down to the seafront.
The welcome was warm; having been asked if we'd like to eat we were asked to take a seat and the barman came over to take the drinks order then returned shortly after with drinks and took our food order.
Had a pint of Spitfire which was fine. The lunch of roast lamb for �6.95 was very good, complete with plenty of vegetables served as a side dish.
The Regency is the kind of pub I'd like to have as my local, somewhere where I could pop in for a drink at anytime and feel completely comfortable.
This is no accident of course, this is down to the ambience created by the management and staff.
The decor as you might expect is regency but it's classically done and the pub spotlessly clean.
I miss pubs like this - a welcoming place, where the people running it care and where you don't have to speak at least two languages to order a drink.
A credit to Brighton.

6 Apr 2009 13:57

The Dove Inn, Hammersmith

You are supposed to comment on the pub not the reviews of other users. Read the rules of the site. My review stands.

But as you started it: Odd, you sound like a vegetable but you can't recognise a frozen one when it's presented in a dire soggy form.
And the pie was �11...what currency do you use? Maybe you're as astounded as we were. Really you should know if you're such a regular, though you sound to me rather over defensive, like you have something to do with the running of the tawdry place?

It's just a rip-off pub by the river. Yes it was nice once, probably when you were elsewhere.

30 Mar 2009 12:55

The Dove Inn, Hammersmith

Visited this pub just after the Friday lunchtime rush on a beautiful spring day.
Ordered a meal from the rather expensive menu...Pie of the Day.
Well when it arrived �11 for a pie dish with a puff pastry topping thrown on isn't really what you'd expect for that price especially as it was served with about ten undercooked frozen chips and frozen veg.
This wasn't helped by the attitude of the 'I don't need to work here' youth on the food counter who we had to ask three times for some vinegar. Think he was more interested in observing the German lycra clad rowers than serving us.
Maybe he wanted German Sausage of the Day!
Well really, it's a disgrace.

26 Mar 2009 17:01