Woolpack
98 Bermondsey St
SE1 3UB
Date of Last Visit: Sunday, January 4, 2008
The Victims: Matt, Carolyn, Gerry, Ben
The Damage: Cheap. Probably £10 each? We were buying rounds so I lost track.
The Background: We were having one of those lovely random London days. We'd met at 2 p.m. on the South Bank to watch a man covered in Holly climb out of the Thames. We raced the crowds to The George Inn, where we enjoyed some drinks and talked to some Italians. Eventually, it was time for a change of venue, and some of us (uh, me) hadn't eaten all day. So it was time to get fed and potato chips/crisps weren't cutting it.
The Entrance: The Woolpack is nothing special from the outside. On the inside, it's this odd mixture of old and new. I dig the tilework though. Big time. I just wish people wouldn't try to hang things on tiles. It really ruins the effect.
The Beer: There's only Green King. Well, let me rephrase. There are a lot of beers, but there's only one ale. Green King. That's fine. We load up. And we get some hummus and pita too. And some fries/chips. They're all fine.
The Garden: Hey, there's a beer garden! With crazy London transport signs as tables. I'm a sucker for this sort of stuff. I would come back here in the summer. I miss beer gardens.
The Loo: I bit confusing, that one. I almost got lost. Before I even got there.
The Verdict: This was fine. Just fine. I'd go back for the garden.
