Ginger Lily Review: The Plant Is Not a Lily and Not Ginger
Ginger Lily Review: The Plant Is Not a Lily and Not Ginger | It is in the ginger family, it looks like neither, and it is one of the most invasive species on earth
Ginger Lily Review: The Plant Is Not a Lily and Not Ginger | It is in the ginger family, it looks like neither, and it is one of the most invasive species on earth
Libertine Review: Rochester Wrote the Filthiest Poetry in English | The greatest of the Restoration rakes was a war hero, a genius, and dead at thirty-three of the consequences
Bertie Blossoms Review: Ed Sheeran Owns a Bar and It Is Very Small | One shop front wide, near the corner of Portobello and Golborne, and a 4.6 from a crowd that mostly has no idea
Merchant House Review: A Merchant Adventurer Was Not an Adventurer | The Company of Merchant Adventurers sounds like pirates. It was a cloth-exporting cartel with a monopoly and a very good lawyer.
Back To Mine Review: The Most Optimistic Name in Five Postcodes | Four words that have preceded more bad decisions than any other sentence in the English language
Philomena’s Review: Saint Philomena Was Deleted | She had a cult, a feast day, miracles and a basilica – and in 1961 the Church quietly removed her from the calendar
Side Hustle Sports Bar Review: The Phrase Turns Up Again | Fifteen reviews, and the second venue in this survey named after a second job that nobody should need
Cocktail Club Review: Two Branches, Two-Tenths Apart | The ninth matched pair in this survey, and the number has moved again, and it has nothing to do with the drinks
Albert’s Schloss Review: The Beer Hall Is a Nineteenth-Century Invention | Long tables, communal seating, and a room designed so that strangers must sit with each other – which is the entire point
Simmons Piccadilly Review: The Last of Four, and the Case Is Closed | 4.8, 4.7, 4.7, 4.7 – across twelve thousand people and two districts, and nobody else has come close
Eastcheap Records Review: Falstaff Drank Here, More or Less | The Boar’s Head Tavern in Eastcheap is where Shakespeare put the greatest drunk in English literature
Avenue Bar Review: 3.3 From Twenty-Six People, and Nothing Else | The lowest-rated venue in the Notting Hill file, on a sample too small to convict and too large to ignore
Library Bar Review: The Word Means a Place for Bark | Liber is the inner bark of a tree, because that is what they wrote on before paper – and it is also the word for free
1871 Bar Review: The Year of the Bank Holiday | Twenty-nine reviews and a year for a name – and 1871 is the year Parliament decided the British were allowed a day off
Spiritual Bar Review: 4.7, and It Is Open Mic Every Night | Free entry, every night of the year, and it is one of the last places a person can simply walk in and play
The Chapel Bar Review: The Stylish and Well-Loved London Bar | A stylish, well-loved London bar with an excellent rating, warmly received for its atmosphere, drinks and welcome
The Saint Review: A Cockney Is Born Within Earshot of These Bells | St Mary-le-Bow is round the corner, and the bells that define an entire identity are the ones that called Dick Whittington back
Ester Review: 4.7, and It Is Small, and That Is the Whole Prediction | Seven postcodes and six hundred venues, and there is exactly one variable that has ever predicted anything
Little Yellow Door Review: A Bar Pretending to Be a Flatshare | You are a guest at a house party thrown by fictional flatmates, and nineteen hundred people have gone along with it
Negroni Bar Review: The Count Asked for Something Stronger | An Americano, with the soda replaced by gin. That is the whole invention and it took about four seconds.
Arbour Bar Review: An Arbour Is a Place to Hide in a Garden | A shaded walk, grown deliberately, so that people could be unobserved outdoors – which was harder than it sounds
Simmons Monument Review: The Tightest Chain in Five Hundred Articles | Three branches, three postcodes, and a spread of one-tenth of a star – which nobody else has managed
Kiss Review: The X for a Kiss Was a Signature | Illiterate people signed documents with a cross, and then kissed it to swear the oath, and that is where it came from
Thirsty Farrier Review: 4.9, and a Farrier Is Not a Blacksmith | One shoes horses, one makes iron, and the distinction has been a professional grievance for eight hundred years
Blacks Review: The Private Members Club Is a Licensing Loophole | They exist because the pubs used to close in the afternoon, and the entire institution is built on that gap
Cahoots Review: The Word Almost Certainly Means a Hut | You are in cahoots with somebody, which is French for cabin, and nobody is entirely sure how it got here
Karaoke Epoc Review: The Second Karaoke Bar, and the Room Is Everything | The private box is the Japanese format and the stage is the British misunderstanding, and they are not the same activity
Forge Review: A 3.9, and the Word Means to Make and to Fake | You forge iron and you forge a signature, and it is the same word, and the double meaning is not an accident
Escapologist Review: Houdini Performed a Few Streets Away | He was a locksmith’s apprentice who discovered that the lock is never the point. The audience is the point.
O Bar Review: One Letter, and It Is the Shortest Name in Five Postcodes | The naming arms race has reached a single character, and there is nowhere left to go