The Nags Head, Walthamstow

On a quiet evening out to this pub last night, we were subjected to easily the rudest, most aggressive treatment by the landlord that any of us have ever encountered anywhere.

Excuse my French, but we were literally told to "f*ck off" by the landlord, who described himself as "the governor" because we had the temerity to politely ask for our warm cherry beers (�3 a half) to be replaced. Granted, it was a very hot day. It's perfectly understandable for the beers to be a bit warm. But we weren't expecting the tirade from the landlord.

We were told that "middle class" people like us were not welcome - a bizarre statement from a man who has transformed this nice little boozer with arty photos, pistachios behind the bar and �3-a-half cherry beers. Oh, and afternoons of jazz entertainment.

None of us has ever been barred form a pub before, but we'll gladly never go there again.

24 Jun 2005 10:01