The pub stands alone in Mile End Park because the terraces that surrounded it were flattened, and it simply did not stop
The Palm Tree stands alone in the middle of Mile End Park, beside the canal, with nothing around it.
It holds a 4.5 from five hundred and ninety-one people and charges ten to twenty pounds.
And the reason it is alone is that everything else was destroyed.
What was there
Terraced streets. Dense, packed, Victorian East End housing, running right up to the pub on every side.
The Palm Tree was a corner pub. It had corners because there were streets to have corners on.
And the East End was bombed with an intensity that is difficult to convey – because the docks were here, and the docks were the target, and the housing was on top of them.
The area around this pub was flattened.
And then the park
Which is the second thing, and which people assume is the first.
Mile End Park was created after the war on the bombed ground – as part of the Abercrombie Plan, which proposed a chain of open spaces through the ruined East End, and which was in large part actually built.
Which means the park is not a park that a pub happens to stand in. The park is what happened to the streets.
The pub is not in a green space. The pub is the last building of a neighbourhood that is no longer there, and the grass is where the neighbourhood was.
It never closed
That is the local claim, and it is the one we can give you with some confidence.
The Palm Tree kept serving. It was damaged. It kept serving.
And it has been in the same family for a very long time, and it still has a Sunday jazz band, and it still has a horseshoe bar, and it still has red velvet and gold and a great many photographs of people who are dead.
It is the least changed pub the Prat has entered in six postcodes and five hundred and thirty-five articles.
The jazz
Live, most weekends, and it is not a booking or a promotion.
It is a group of musicians who have been coming for years, playing standards, to a room of regulars who are not looking at them.
And that is exactly correct and it is how it should be, and we wrote at the Piano Bar in Soho that Britain dismantled the pub piano in the 1970s because a jukebox was cheaper than a man, and that the arithmetic was right and the outcome was worse.
Here, they did not.
Verdict
Go. Go on a Sunday. Take cash.
And stand outside afterwards and look at the grass, and understand what it is.
The other survivors
There are a handful of them across the East End and they are all the same shape.
A pub, alone, in a green space or on a corner with nothing around it – and in every case the explanation is identical, and in every case people assume the pub was built in a park.
It was not. The park was built around the pub, on the ground where the houses had been.
The Prat’s architectural desk regards these buildings as the most eloquent structures in London and notes that not one of them has a plaque explaining why it is standing alone.
People walk past and think it is charming.
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