Wednesday 28 April 2004 1.40pm
My own fault I know but last night I ducked into The George
on Borough High Street
to escape the rain. I bought a pint of London Pride, a vodka and tomato juice and a bag of crisps. Seven pounds fifty something!!! I asked the bored looking barman if that was right as it seemed a bit steep for two drinks and he checked and sourly informed me that it was. I left the bar mumbling and grumbling and went to sit down and have a moan to my wet and slightly frazzled companion.
It went a little something like this. She had wanted a small glass of red wine but they only do large ones. Why? They had those little bottles but they had normal ones too. Anywhere else would open a bottle and pour what was ordered and sell the rest later. Secondly, the vodka and tomato juice was served with ice but no offer was made of lemon or Worcester Sauce. Again, I would have thought this was standard practice. Thirdly, the crisps came in a huge bag - no ordinary sizes. All this supersizing of course costs us more. And on top of all this the barman was ever so slightly sarcastic when I questioned the price.
Now, I know it's a tourist trap and I should perhaps have known better but aren't they just being greedy? They'd fill the place every night anyway, why fleece the customers too? I will not be drinking there again.
On a more positive note, we went to that new tapas place that was in The Guardian last week (Gambia Street
) and it was fab. Fino, chicken livers and a paprika sauce unlike any other I've encountered. The staff were also very pleasant, almost jovial. Recomended.
"I knew I was cured"