Old B.
Yelp
We stopped here for something to hold us over, until dinner. It was during the afternoon, and was very quiet. We'd traveled by train from Broadstairs, by the coast, in Kent, and were booked into St Pancras Premier Inn. Well, the Inn was shut down, so they sent us to the Premier Inn on Old Street. This was way screwed up, as we had booked our room, so we would be right across from the British Library. We were already worn out from the train ride, so being sent to another Premier, made us rather cross? And the kitchen was closed until 1700, and happy hour didn't start until 1800 hrs, so off we go.
This place turned up, not to far from our hotel. Great, as we were on foot. Her Ladyship went to the bar to place an order for us, while I went out back to take a photo or two. There was only one other customer at the bar. He was trying to chat up the lady pib keeper, with out success. We sat down with our pints, and soon the lady delivered our order. I won't say this lady was out right surly, but certainly not friendly by any stretch of the word. I waited for "she WHO MUST be obeyed," to return, from the loo. I was looking at what she ordered, and thought maybe it was some kind of baked potato, cut in half? There was a small salad served on the side, cool.
She returned, so it was time to snack. I picked up my half of whatever this was, took a bite, and oh my goodness. It took a few bites, before I even put it down to wipe my mouth, and get a sip of my pint. GOOD, Good, good!! Finally managed to ask what I was eating, and found out they were Scotch eggs. I was surprised, as I have tasted them once before, but nothing like these.
So sad this was our last day, before going back to the USA. Would've like to return and tried there other beers, and food offerings. Also, it's kind of off the grid for where we usually lodge, but would definitely love to return sometime.