This week’s pub review will be more like a stroll down memory lane. Back in September 2011, I moved from Boston to London. The Better Half was already in London working and we had been apart for three months. During those three months I was pretty busy with work and prepping for the move. This was my first international move and I had no idea what I was getting myself into. The visa process, paperwork, and all that hoopla was no fun. Now I laugh over some of the stuff. I had to provide our love letters as part of the proof that we were (and we still are) a couple. Seriously how embarrassing.
Anyhoos, many of you won’t believe this, but my first few days in London I didn’t pull out my camera. In fact, for the first time I packed the camera in my luggage. Usually I carry with me. But I was exhausted. To make matters worse I was stressed out about the boys (our dog and cat). They were flying to London the following day. I can be a nervous nellie and those hours were excruciating for me. And of course their flight was delayed. Let’s just say many curse words were let loose and a lot of pacing occurred.
One of the tasks I had to take care of before meeting the boys was to get the key to our new flat. This happened within hours of landing in London. There was no rest for the weary and to be honest I wouldn’t have been able to sleep. I met The Better Half at one pubs in the City of London. Thank goodness the cab drivers in London know where they are going since I had never been to London before. The cabbie actually walked me to pub with all of my luggage. His parting words were, “Good luck, love.” I had a quick bite and a beer while I waited for The Better Half to finish a meeting at the office.
Then we hopped the Tube to head to Earl’s Court, our new neighborhood. After we met the landlord and went through the process of inspecting the flat and such I needed a break. That’s when we walked into The Blackbird. I won’t say that this is my favorite pub or that it’s the best pub in the area. But it was the first pub I went to in my new hood. It has a special place in my heart.
As we sat there, I enjoyed a cup of tea and we talked about our new flat and about the city. During our time apart, we talked every day via email and occasionally over the phone, but it’s not the same as sitting down with your loved one and talking. And mostly we didn’t talk about anything in particular. We just talked. Whenever I walk by this pub, which is frequent since it is on Earl’s Court Road and right outside the Tube stop I always think about hanging out discussing our future life together in a new country. I can’t help but smile.
The pub itself is pretty decent. I’ve never been wowed by the food, but I’ve never been let down. They serve Fuller’s beer, which I enjoy. Occasionally we pop in for a pint, but we don’t frequent it too much. And I always feel at home. It gets pretty busy at night. They have televisions and show rugby and football. Pretty much it’s your basic pub. For me though, it’s special. I can’t give this one a rating since I’m biased.