I visited the Camden Head in London on a Tuesday evening. I intended to visit The York, but due to my ill-timed train trip into London, I found The York to be completely packed by the time I arrived around 5:00pm. There was nary an empty table or bar stool in the joint, so I did a quick 180 and scampered back out onto the cobblestones. I figured if I continued to walk down the alley in the same direction I was bound to run into another pub. You know, since they are everywhere.
Down the alley I went. It was a charming alley that had a pretty neat Diagon Alley-esque quality.
I soon ran into The Camden Head. It wasn't nearly as crowded as The York, but it was still pretty busy. It took a hot minute to get served at the bar, even though there were only a couple of people in front of me. I looked around for a food menu or menu board and didn't spot one, so no food for me. I ended up ordering an Old Speckled Hen.
The only seats available downstairs were at the bar, and I actually had a bit of writing to do, so I went upstairs to find a table. Upstairs it was pretty much me and my beer, and a couple who were having a heated discussion at a low volume in the opposite corner.
I nursed the hell out of that beer. It took me forever to make progress on it, I don't know why. In the meantime, the couple in the corner made up, and then proceeded to silently hug for a good 5 minutes. It was bizarre. I'm pretty sure they would have been making out if I hadn't been there. Sorry y'all.
My husband eventually met up with me and helped me finish my beer. Then we headed off into the lamplight.
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