A lounge used to promise a chair you could stay in, and charge extra for it, and everybody understood
Outpost holds a 4.3 from a hundred and fifty-eight reviews, charges ten to twenty pounds, and the name contains a word that is doing no work at all.
Lounge
A room in which you lounged.
Which meant a room with comfortable seating, in which you were expected to stay, at length, in a relaxed posture, and not be moved on.
That is the whole of it, and it is a real and useful distinction.
Because a bar was for standing
Which is the contrast the word was drawing.
You stood at a bar – which is a counter, named after the physical rail that separated the customer from the stock – and you drank, and you went.
And a lounge bar in a British pub was a specific, priced, separate room: seats, a carpet, a fire, and beer that cost more.
Everybody understood the transaction. You were paying for the chair.
And now it means nothing
Eight postcodes and twelve hundred and seventy-five articles.
The word describes something difficult, somebody works out how to sell it, and the difficulty is the first thing removed.
Speakeasy: a bar you could be arrested in. Now: a bar with a rope.
Craft: small and independent. Now: one of four multinationals.
Gastropub: good food without the theatre. Now: a chalkboard and higher prices.
Brasserie: always open. Now: a restaurant that shuts.
Lounge: a room with a chair you could stay in. Now: a word.
And the chair is item one
Which is the joke, and it is not a small one.
Because after twelve hundred articles, here is the entire specification for a good bar.
A chair you can sit in for two hours. Light you can read a menu by. A noise level at which two people can hear each other. Somebody behind the bar who is pleased to see you.
And the chair is first.
And the hard stool is deliberate
Because a stool is uncomfortable after about forty minutes – and that is not a failure of design.
It is turnover.
A customer who cannot get comfortable leaves sooner, the table is resold, and the venue makes more per square metre.
The chair tells you what the venue wants from you – and it tells you before you have ordered anything, and almost nobody reads it.
Verdict
Good bar, cheap, honest number.
Sit down, if they will let you.
And an outpost is a lonely word
Which is worth thirty seconds.
Because an outpost is a military position, placed beyond the main body, to give warning.
It is small. It is isolated. It is expected to be overrun.
Its function is not to hold. Its function is to be attacked first, and to tell everybody else that the attack has begun.
Which is, the Prat notes, a fairly bleak thing to name a bar after – and in a district where every good venue is on a lease with a date on it, it may be the most accurate name here.
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