Oh for the days when Prime Ministers were that popular they got pubs named after them. Even the main road through my home town is Palmerston Street - he must have done something right. Perhaps if Mr Cameron dies in office he'd be honoured likewise?
"Half a Doom Bar please!", barman gets a pint glass. "Oh - just a half please"
"Uh?" grunts the barman
"Just a half please"
"Uhh" as he gets a half pint glass.
And this is my welcome to the Lord Palmerston, a pub that actually describes itself as a gastro-pub. Make of that what you will!
The Palmerston is an light & airy, inoffensive, middle class, nice-but-dull pub, full of light & airy, inoffensive, middle class, nice-but-dull people. A whole roast chicken for two to share plus a bottle of wine coasts £35. I didn't see many being carved in to.
It's all just very nice nice, and chicly-plain. The real fire is nice, with fire-surround banquette type seat to warm a chilly behind. The upstairs function room is so hip it makes you want to scratch your eye out. The shady off-pavement beer garden would be lovely when it gets hot.
Pop in if the walk up the hill as worked you up a thirst, but I wouldn't travel too far for his Lordship.
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