Now to cover the Chance squares
there’s plenty of scope for some sort of random pub destination decision making
but on the other hand, the Community Chest? What does that even mean? This
might prove more of a problem.
Well, and to spoil any
anti-climax, in fact it didn’t turn out that way at all. A quick Google of the
words “Community Chest London” produced a link to the Cripplegate Foundation which
runs the “Islington Community Chest”. These good people have their offices at
76 Central Street, which is just north of Barbican tube station, a place I
travel through every working day.
So thinking that the journey to
this location would be a damn sight easier than the last one I thought a quick
stop off on a Friday evening would be a good idea. At first things went well, a
quick stroll up Old Street and the offices of the Cripplegate Foundation were
found, right next door to one of the more energetic games of 5-a-side I’ve seen
for quite a while.
The first card from the top of Community Chest deck.
It was then time to move onto the
nearest Cask Marque pub which turned out to be another Weatherspoon’s, this
time the rather oddly named Masque Haunt. A vast, soulless monstrosity of a
corner pub this place was just where I didn’t want to be on a busy Friday
evening. The service was fast and friendly and the range of 10 ales was by far
superior than The Rockingham Arms (see Old Kent Road) but I came to the sudden
crashing realisation that when on your own a full, crowded pub isn’t a good
place to be. Some people can oh so easily strike up conversations with
strangers, and whilst not a shy person, faced with pockets of well acquainted
people I shrunk further into my shell. The pint of Adnams Gunhill was fine but
I couldn’t get out of the place fast enough, so fast in fact I didn’t find the
Cask Marque certificate even after a close scan of all the walls.
Someone talk to me!
Not wanting to completely waste
the evening I made my way back to the tube via Bunhill Row knowing that another
Cask Marque pub lay in this direction. Fuller’s Artillery Arms is another
corner pub but couldn’t be more different than the Masque Haunt. Traditional,
cosy and with a fantastic square bar plonked in the middle of the room, the
teaming Friday night crowd were falling out of the door to drink along side the
cemetery opposite. The Cask Marque certificate was propped on a table by the
window and although I can claim to have stood manfully waiting to be served, I
gave up and slunk away with a scan but not a drink drunk.
Must come back to this place - Must also take better photos!
Number of Cask
Marque Pubs visited = 35
Target for next
visit: Speak to someone! = 0
Apologies to Gash Man = No opportunity for knob gags
Next Stop = Whitechapel
Road