River Bar Review: A 3.0 From Three People, and the Building Is Free
River Bar Review: A 3.0 From Three People, and the Building Is Free | Three reviews decide nothing, and the concrete around it is the most generous building on the South Bank
River Bar Review: A 3.0 From Three People, and the Building Is Free | Three reviews decide nothing, and the concrete around it is the most generous building on the South Bank
Fiddler’s Elbow Review: The Phrase Means Constant Motion | A fiddler’s elbow never stops, and that is the whole idea, and it is one of the last small venues left
Leake Street Review: The Only Wall in London You May Legally Paint | Three hundred metres of tunnel under Waterloo, repainted constantly, and nothing on it survives a fortnight
Lock 17 Review: A 3.6, and It Is the Canal’s Fault | A venue on the water is judged by people who have already had a long day in a market
Tate Modern Review: It Was a Power Station and the Chimney Is Short on Purpose | Scott built it lower than St Paul’s out of deference, it burned oil, and it lasted twenty years
Cucumber Bar Review: The Cucumber in the Gin Was a Marketing Decision | One brand told Britain to garnish differently, it worked completely, and it was invented in a boardroom
Directors Box Review: A 3.8, and Half the Room Loses Every Single Time | Fifteen hundred people, and the sports bar is being punished for the result of the match
Atrio Review: An Atrium Was the Room With the Hole in the Roof | Roman houses had a deliberate opening above a pool, it collected rainwater, and the smoke went out of it
Zala’s Review: The Twentieth Woman on a Sign | No rating, no reviews, and nobody has asked who she was – which is the pattern, exactly
Riverside Garden Review: The Thames Was Biologically Dead in 1957 | Declared incapable of supporting life, and it now has seals, porpoises and a hundred and twenty-five species of fish
Helen of Troy Review: She Has No Lines Worth Speaking and the War Was Not About Her | A thousand ships, ten years, and Homer gives her almost nothing to say
Honestfolk Review: A 5.0 From Four People Is a Rumour | Four reviews is not a rating, it is four evenings, and we have refused this in every district
SAMA Review: Bankside Was Where the City Sent Its Sins | Theatres, brothels, bear pits and five prisons, all in one liberty, all outside the law of the City
Le Champagne Bar Review: English Sparkling Wine Is on the Same Chalk | The seam runs under the Channel and comes up in Kent and Sussex, and the French have started buying land here
Understudy Review: The Understudy Almost Never Goes On | They learn the entire part, rehearse it in an empty room, and most of them never perform it once
The Dock Review: A 4.9 From Twenty-Three, and a Dock Is Where the Accused Stands | The same word for a harbour and for the enclosure in a courtroom, and nobody is quite sure why
Boxpark Review: The Shipping Container Changed Everything | A standard steel box halved the cost of moving goods, destroyed the docks, and is now a bar
3 Locks Review: 4.8, and the Beer Is Made Behind You | The highest-rated venue in this district is a brewery taproom, and the reason is entirely physical
Canal Bar Review: A 3.1, and Thirty-Five People Decided It | Deep in the dead zone, where four bad nights cannot be outvoted and recovery is arithmetically almost impossible
OXO Tower Review: The Letters Are an Advertisement They Were Banned From Making | Skyline advertising was refused, so the architect put the company’s name in the windows, and it is one of the great pieces of British cheek
Limehouse Library Review: A 5.0 From Four People, and the Library Is a Bar Now | A free public library, opened by Carnegie money, and it is a hotel
Cottons Review: Rum Was the Waste Product | Molasses is what is left when the sugar is taken out, and nobody knew what to do with it
BFI Bar Review: The Projector Ran at Sixteen Frames and Then Everything Changed | Silent film was hand-cranked at variable speed, sound forced it to twenty-four, and every old film you have seen is running too fast
Sportsman Review: A 4.1, and Half the Room Loses Every Single Time | Sixteen hundred people, and the sports bar is being marked down for the result of a football match
Reverend Simpson Review: The Man on the Sign Does Not Exist | A completely fabricated clergyman with a completely fabricated biography, and he joins a list
Sapores Review: Sapor Is Where Savour and Sage Come From | The Latin for taste gave English savour, sapient, and insipid – and a wise man is literally a man of taste
Darkhorse Review: A Dark Horse Is One Nobody Has Been Able to Assess | Racing slang for a horse with no public form, and the whole point is that the information is missing
Cheers Review: Seven Reviews, and That Is How the Whole Job Ends | A hundred and eighty-six articles across three districts, and it finishes with a bar nobody has counted
Escape Review: The Escape Room Is a Twelve-Year-Old Industry | It did not exist in 2010, there are now thousands, and it works for exactly the reason the star rating predicts
Aces and Eights Review: It Is the Hand He Was Shot Holding | Wild Bill Hickok was killed at a poker table in 1876, and the cards he was holding became a name