THIS week I found myself in a bit of a quandary. For me, a great local pub should comprise of the following elements: a good crowd, reasonably priced drinks, and deliciously enticing pub grub. So what happens if it ticks two out of three boxes. And the missing link is the food?? A vital ingredient surely, as your local should not only be the watering hole, but also the place in which to satisfy your carb attack the following day.
The pub in question that raised this dilemma was The Wandle. A friend and I were house-sitting in Earlsfield, and so naturally had to check out what the area had to offer. The Wandle consists of an interior that is eclectic yet not overdone: old cinema seats fold out in front of a large fire, old Beano cards are used for bar tabs; and an exterior that encourages use of the garden as though it was your own: patches of lawn, sofa areas, cosy nooks and - most surprisingly - an unlimited supply of topless athletic bodies sported in the glorious sunshine by large groups of guys...
And so, in search of somewhere to recover from the night before, and in preparation for the night to come, we entered this haven of a pub garden to refuel our battered bodies. And how magnificently our new local failed us.
The pub in question that raised this dilemma was The Wandle. A friend and I were house-sitting in Earlsfield, and so naturally had to check out what the area had to offer. The Wandle consists of an interior that is eclectic yet not overdone: old cinema seats fold out in front of a large fire, old Beano cards are used for bar tabs; and an exterior that encourages use of the garden as though it was your own: patches of lawn, sofa areas, cosy nooks and - most surprisingly - an unlimited supply of topless athletic bodies sported in the glorious sunshine by large groups of guys...
And so, in search of somewhere to recover from the night before, and in preparation for the night to come, we entered this haven of a pub garden to refuel our battered bodies. And how magnificently our new local failed us.
