A hundred and nineteen articles, and it ends with a dance in which nobody is in charge and everybody is holding on
La Conga has no rating and no reviews.
It is the hundred and nineteenth and final Camden article, and it is named after a line of people holding on to each other.
The conga
It is Cuban, and it is African, and it came out of the carnival.
The comparsa – the carnival procession – in which a whole neighbourhood moves through the streets together, to drums, in a line.
And the drums are called congas, and the dance took the name.
It is not a nightclub novelty. It is a procession, and it belongs to a specific culture, and it arrived in Britain the way almost everything in this survey arrived: on a boat, and then through a party.
Which is the right ending
Because it is a dance in which nobody is leading and everybody is holding on to the person in front.
Which is Camden.
What we found in this district
A hundred and nineteen articles.
Madness lied their way onto a stage and told the landlord they were a jazz band.
Nelson came home from Trafalgar in a barrel of brandy, and the level kept falling, and the sailors drew the obvious conclusion.
Two brothers-in-law shot each other in a field in 1843, neither of them wanting to, because a code that nobody defended and everybody obeyed required it – and the law did not stop duelling; making refusal honourable did, in a decade.
The Hawley Arms burned down and Camden rebuilt it. The Black Cap closed and Camden fought it back open. KOKO burned and came back.
Three reversals, in one district, and essentially none anywhere else in six hundred venues.
They shipped ice from Norwegian lakes up the canal, and the penny lick spread tuberculosis, and that is why the ice cream cone exists.
And a lock is a machine that uses the force trying to break it to hold itself closed.
And the numbers
The star rating does not measure the venue. It measures the gap between what somebody expected when they pushed the door and what they got.
3 Locks Brewing is up a side street and holds a 4.8. Canalside Bar is in the market and holds a 3.6.
Same canal. Same district. They are not rating the bar. They are rating their feet.
The formula
It did not change once in a hundred and nineteen articles.
A small room. A short list. Somebody behind the bar who has tasted everything on it.
Not one high-rated venue in this district was themed. Not one had a rope.
And one thing we did not find
Orwell’s pub. The Moon Under Water – ten qualities, described in loving detail in 1946, with a garden and a swing in it.
And in the last paragraph he admits there is no such place. He knew pubs with eight of the ten. Never all ten.
Seven postcodes. Seven hundred and sixty articles. Six hundred venues.
Neither did we.
Verdict
No rating. Go, be the first, and hold on to the person in front of you.
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