― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Monday, 3 February 2003 23:56 (twenty-one years ago) link
― Amateurist (amateurist), Monday, 3 February 2003 23:57 (twenty-one years ago) link
― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Monday, 3 February 2003 23:59 (twenty-one years ago) link
Sorry, had to point that out but otherwise the American 'pub' locator you suggest is flawless.
Urgh, Hooters. A pastiche of this has opened on Clerkenwell Road called HONKERS and it is morguishly empty every time I pass.
― suzy (suzy), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 00:03 (twenty-one years ago) link
(Ha, okay Amateurist, I have not been to Nevin's in years, but yes it used to be a fine example of a "pub" without the word "pub" in its name. But now they have, like, John Cale and Yo La Tengo bookings -- and where are they doing this stuff? did they take over the ex-Cajun place next door to put in a stage? -- so clearly they are trying hard to become a "bar" and not just a bar but a venue. Which sucks so far as I can tell because surely their oh-so-terrific shepherd's pie will eventually be a thing of the past.)
― nabisco (nabisco), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 00:05 (twenty-one years ago) link
― suzy (suzy), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 00:13 (twenty-one years ago) link
― nabisco (nabisco), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 00:14 (twenty-one years ago) link
― N. (nickdastoor), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 00:17 (twenty-one years ago) link
― mark s (mark s), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 15:06 (twenty-one years ago) link
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 15:53 (twenty-one years ago) link
― suzy (suzy), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 17:22 (twenty-one years ago) link
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 17:24 (twenty-one years ago) link
― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 17:31 (twenty-one years ago) link
― suzy (suzy), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 17:33 (twenty-one years ago) link
― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 17:37 (twenty-one years ago) link
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 17:54 (twenty-one years ago) link
― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 18:09 (twenty-one years ago) link
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 18:20 (twenty-one years ago) link
― nabisco (nabisco), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 18:24 (twenty-one years ago) link
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 18:38 (twenty-one years ago) link
This is only funny if you have been to Fado before, seeing as it's a CHAIN restaurant that serves dishes like baked brie and munster and pear quesadilla. Sounds really authentic, hm?
― Mandee, Tuesday, 4 February 2003 18:45 (twenty-one years ago) link
Kill people like this the next time you see them, please.
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 18:47 (twenty-one years ago) link
― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 19:57 (twenty-one years ago) link
― nabisco (nabisco), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 20:00 (twenty-one years ago) link
― suzy (suzy), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 20:00 (twenty-one years ago) link
― N. (nickdastoor), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 20:03 (twenty-one years ago) link
― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 20:03 (twenty-one years ago) link
Sorry, Suzy - I have lost track of where you live. No offence was intended.
― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 20:10 (twenty-one years ago) link
Our backward circle is still on 'puppies', I'm afraid.
― Tom (Groke), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 21:17 (twenty-one years ago) link
― toby (tsg20), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 21:45 (twenty-one years ago) link
― Mary (Mary), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 22:21 (twenty-one years ago) link
― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 22:22 (twenty-one years ago) link
Naw, Gabor's wasn't pub-like and wasn't a sports bar, just had the game on. "Fuck and Run" was on the jukebox.
― Frank Kogan (Frank Kogan), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 23:14 (twenty-one years ago) link
― RJG (RJG), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 23:16 (twenty-one years ago) link
You lucky, lucky circle.
― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Tuesday, 4 February 2003 23:18 (twenty-one years ago) link
Unemployed NYCILXCHIXOR! Let's open this!
― rosemary (rosemary), Wednesday, 5 February 2003 04:16 (twenty-one years ago) link
― Mary (Mary), Wednesday, 5 February 2003 06:19 (twenty-one years ago) link
― Jerry the Nipper (Jerrynipper), Wednesday, 5 February 2003 10:09 (twenty-one years ago) link
[From Television Theme Song]
Making your way in the world todayTakes everything you've gotTaking a break from all your worriesSure would help a lotWouldn't you like to get away
All those night when you've got no lightsThe check is in the mailAnd your little angelHung the cat up by it's tailAnd your third fiance didn't show
Sometimes you want to goWhere everybody knows your nameAnd they're always glad you cameYou want to be where you can seeOur troubles are all the sameYou want to be where everybody knows your name
Roll out of bed, Mr. Coffee's deadThe morning's looking brightAnd your shrink ran off to EuropeAnd didn't even writeAnd your husband wants to be a girl
Be glad there's one place in the worldWhere everybody knows your nameAnd they're always glad you cameYou want to go where people knowPeople are all the sameYou want to go where everybody knows your name
Where everybody knows your nameAnd they're always glad you cameWhere everybody knows your nameAnd they're always glad you came
― mark s (mark s), Wednesday, 5 February 2003 11:00 (twenty-one years ago) link
― Jerry the Nipper (Jerrynipper), Wednesday, 5 February 2003 11:09 (twenty-one years ago) link
The first step? Take a flight at Heathrow and flip through the CD racks at the Air Mall. You'll find funny names, lots of cover versions, and more compilations than you can shake an ambassador at. The most famous comp is Now That's What I Call Music! and England's already up to Now 53 in the series. (That's right, we stole the idea.) If you think it's just kids buying sugary kid stuff, go hit a pub anywhere in England. The social space is the blueprint for the product—pubs themselves are compilations. Unlike those American bars that nurture misanthropy by keeping everyone drunk in near darkness, English pubs are often light and spacious. Some even have gardens out back, and many do plenty of business during daylight hours. Families have dinner, students meet for drinks, kids run around the pool table, and gnarled football nuts plunk down an empty glass, walk over to the jukebox and put on Kylie or Robbie at all times of day and night. Yeah, mate, dance pop. Nice beat, I can sing along, the missus enjoys it. Wot are you looking at?
― Jerry the Nipper (Jerrynipper), Wednesday, 5 February 2003 11:21 (twenty-one years ago) link
― Graham (graham), Wednesday, 5 February 2003 11:26 (twenty-one years ago) link
― Pete (Pete), Wednesday, 5 February 2003 11:29 (twenty-one years ago) link
Pubs with "family rooms" classic or dud?
― chris (chris), Wednesday, 5 February 2003 11:33 (twenty-one years ago) link
still, good to know that the words to the verses we never hear are so awful
― mark s (mark s), Wednesday, 5 February 2003 11:54 (twenty-one years ago) link
Family room != nursery - as many families seem to think.
― Pete (Pete), Wednesday, 5 February 2003 12:07 (twenty-one years ago) link
like, early in the night, you want PUB. it should be local, it should have old people in, you should ddrink beer, the carpet should be stained and dirty. there should be geezers. there should be plenty seating room to spread out in.
― Ed (dali), Thursday, 15 December 2005 08:44 (eighteen years ago) link
― Paunchy Stratego (kenan), Thursday, 15 December 2005 08:58 (eighteen years ago) link
There are no old geezers in the Foundry. There never are. This precludes it from being a pub. There's no carpet either, but this isn't a prerequisite.
― Matt DC (Matt DC), Thursday, 15 December 2005 09:04 (eighteen years ago) link