A couple of weeks ago, we ventured to Emirates Stadium to watch Arsenal take on Fulham. It was my first time visiting Emirates and I have to say I enjoyed it. The match, the second half at least, was exciting and Arsenal won. Not a bad day. Two of our friends were visiting and one of them is a huge Arsenal fan. I was thrilled that Arsenal won since I knew it made my friend’s day.
Afterwards we met up with some people at The Faltering Fullback, a pub in Finsbury Park, London. When we first walked in I was in awe. The place was packed. I had to turn sideways to get by people. And it had several rooms. I actually lost count since the six of us wandered through the entire place a couple of times in hopes of finding a seat. They had several televisions showing a Liverpool match and I’m assuming they showed the Arsenal match earlier. We were out of luck inside.
Even though it was a cold night, we ventured outside and spied a table large enough to seat all six of us. I felt for our friends who are from Asia, but they insisted we stay. The Better Half and one of our friends headed inside to get drinks. It seemed like a simple task. As it turned out, the bartender was quite rude. One of our friends doesn’t drink alcohol and wanted a cup of tea. When The Better Half ordered a tea the bartender said, “This is a pub, not a tea house.” I have to admit, this is the first pub I’ve been to that didn’t serve a simple cup of tea. Usually I don’t like rude service, but since we were there with friends, I didn’t insist we leave.
And I have to admit, the garden area out back was quite charming, even on a frigid winter night. I would love to see it in the summer. Maybe the mean bartender won’t be there anymore.
Some of our group ordered food. This is an Irish pub but they serve Thai food. I wasn’t hungry, but heard from everyone who ate that the food was quite tasty.
The mean bartender came out to the garden area to retrieve empty glasses and she snatched two glasses from our table with such a vicious gusto I was shaking by the time I figured out what happened. Clearly she hates her job and wants everyone to know that.
I apologize. I didn’t snap any photos of the inside. It was too hard to maneuver with all the people and I forgot to take more photos of the outside since I was talking with my buddies. Here are two I snapped with my phone–they aren’t great.
If it wasn’t for the bartender I would love to give this pub a great review. Yes it was crowded, but we were in a football part of the city on a game day so I can’t fault them for that. The garden area is lovely. The drinks were tasty and for those who want to know I’m not sure what type of beer I had. The Better Half ordered for me and I forgot to ask. The food, according to my friends, was good. The bartender—a mean, cranky lady. How hard is it to make a cup of tea? Even I can manage and I not that great in a kitchen. I’ll give this place three out of five stars.
By the way, does anyone know why they water the field during halftime?