It’s nicely decorated and has plenty of comfortable leather pouffes, but they’ve taken the decision not to open the upstairs as a restaurant, instead dividing downstairs into half‐bar, half‐restaurant, meaning table space is limited. Upstairs will be a private hire room apparently.
They serve the deliciously cloudy, still cider Addlestones, a welcome addition to the range available in the area. We didn’t eat so I can’t comment on that. The clientèle was young and affluent, and there seemed to be a few King’s staff in there.
Best feature for me, however, was the young lady I believe to be the manager. She’s friendly, helpful and — best of all — attentive to the clients. No looking at the ground while serving then looking up at a throng and asking “Who’s next?”; she looks at everyone who comes in, gives them a greeting and let’s them know that she’s aware and will serve them soon. Fantastic! A lost art around these parts (and in general). Shame the barman wasn’t aware that a good lager needs a good head on it.
It’s a little too impersonal to feel like a good local, but it’s a nice extra option to have when going out. It was fairly busy, too; unlike The Grove/BRB, which was almost empty when we passed and looked to be dying on its arse.
I was going to the Gowlett in Peckham today, but rain stopped play. Instead I am treating myself to a nice sausage sandwich and staying in where it’s warm and dry.