After travelling down via the Victoria Line (one of only two Underground lines that are totally underground) and then wandering about the old fruit market outside the Actor's Church with it's vast false portico on one side (and the burial place of the first victim of the Plague in 1665) we walked out onto the road outside the Royal Opera House and found our first place of repose and ale, much welcome in the stifling heat and bright broad sunshine. Would you like to join me on this journey?
Our first port of call was, therefore, to be the Marquess of Anglesey, a lovely place just on the corner of the area where the new Royal Opera House stands. My father assures me that the place gets good reviews but I'll be honest and say that I've never heard of it. So it was that my father ordered in a Kronenberg 1664 because it was warm and I scanned and quickly settled on Hummingbird by Young's as it was a golden ale at a balmy 4.2% ABV. These seem to have served me well in the heat of the last few weeks and I saw no reason to stop that little run now.
From here we went off to have our meal in the Opera Tavern, which was a Spanish tapas place down the road. It was certainly well populated and most of the denizens seemed the business sort so I must assume that it is a Good Place to Be Seen. We ordered a selection of hams and got gulled a little into trying quite the most Pet Shop Boys-esque cocktail I have ever seen. My father was somewhat unimpressed and ruminated on being talked into it for the rest of the night whereas I found it decent enough, not enough to have a second but nowt wrong with it, and, like I said, perfect for the occasion.
By now it was time to travel to our second hostelry, where I decided to get the drinks in and my father decided to retreat to an apple juice. The first place we went in I had the presence of mind to snap a shot but they only had two ales on tap and, despite looking like a nice place, I was looking for something a little more adventurous. So, we wandered off to the Covent Garden and I forgot to take a photo until we were hurrying to the Underground after the show, hence the awful quality of it below.
On balance, I think I preferred the Young's Hummingbird but the Covent Garden was by far the better public house. All, of course, was overshadowed by the reason for going out, though. A taster of which I leave below because, well, why not?