The Cart And Horses, Stratford

Popped into this pub for the first time in ages and found it hard to believe that it had gone downhill. Felt grimy, and could feel the cancer growing in my lungs every minute I was in there, it was so thick with a fog of cigarette smoke. I think we interuppted the barmaid's evening by ordering a drink (she preferred shining her laser pen at the only other barmaid to serving customers). As an Eastender, felt strangely out of place in this local East End boozer as it was frequented entirely by Eastern Europeans (other than the old couple that came in for half a lager, bless them!). Live music was ok, but too loud to hear any conversation. The only saving grace was the amusement factor at watching everyone dance to seemingly different songs. I'm sure I won't go back unless I'm desperate for a late drink on a Saturday.

1 Apr 2007 01:40