Lauren V.
Yelp
Oh Brixton, what a reputation you have! Not a single person mentions going to, hanging out in, living in or thinking about going to, hanging out or living in Brixton without the caveat that "it *used to be* so ... "
Yeah, even the American knows (thanks in large part to the Clash) it was home to some serious shit once upon a time.
I've found that walking around there now shows not a trace of what everyone feels the need to aside about. Walk out of the Brixton Tube and there's a shiny H&M across the street. Stroll to the left and you'll pass Motherhood and the charming, towering Ritzy Picturehouse. Stroll to the right, make another right, and you're in a lovely neighbourhood of Victorian conversion flats on tree-lined streets. Among one of these lovely roads was where Trinity Arms nestles.
Came for a drink and meal before a show at the nearby Brixton Academy, and this was the perfect post-work, pre-show Friday night spot. A good crowd, but not obnoxiously loud or large, of fellow 20s and 30s happy hour-ers, unwinding with a smoke and a beer on the bar's cute front garden, catching up at the indoor cozy tables or outside in the rear garden.
I had a couple pints of Kronenburg at £3.50 a pop and I ordered the seasonal vegetarian pie with chips for £8-ish (my husband had the steak and ale pie with mash, £9-ish). It took about 15 minutes too long to arrive (almost 30 minutes altogether) but was piping hot and incredibly tasty once it appeared. Bar service was gruff and teetering into downright aggressive, though I had the same woman each of the three times I went up to order so it could be employee-specific and I won't assume that's the norm here.
All in all it's a charming pub in a pretty 'hood with good food. Worth checking out