I wanted to go visit my friend, Ian Mcinnes, in Hampstead. I once again did a search for breweries and Gary, David and I set off. We took the underground at Earl’s Court to King’s Cross where we walked to Euston. I picked up my tickets for our trip to Chester the next day.
After our visit we were off on the search for the greatest beer. We used our Oyster card to hop on a couple of buses. We got off and started down the road. We then noticed that the numbers were getting smaller, then turning around we started back up the road. We found the address just where we had gotten off the bus. As we all stood there looking dumbfounded at the empty building, we wondered if there was another building 100. We had now gone completely around the building looking for a brewery. Gary saw a security guard in the building, so he knocked, asking is this 100 and told yes. Is there a brewery here? No, this building is empty and has been closed for many years.
Ok no big deal we have another one to find. We got directions, so off we went. We found the address with no problem. Only problem was it is now Tesco Express. Once again Gary went in to see what he could find out. No one knew anything, until a gentleman came out and told us that the brewery has been gone for many years.
Once again it was rush hours, so we decided to go to the Ye Old Swiss Cottage to eat dinner. We walked in and David noticed all the taps were Samuel Smith beers. I guess I should mention that the one thing he wanted to do while we were here was going to Samuel Smith brewery which is in Tadcaster. I tried to get us there but it was just going to be a pain, so we decided to skip it. David was in heaven.
The Swiss Tavern was built in 1804 in the style of a Swiss chalet on the site of a former toll gate keeper’s cottage, and later renamed Swiss Inn and in the early 20th century Swiss Cottage.
Swiss Cottage is a district of the London Borough of Camden in England. It is part of Hampstead and is centered on the junction of Avenue Road and Finchley Road, at the tripoint of the postcodes of Hampstead NW3, Kilburn/West Hampstead NW6 and St Johns Wood NW8. Swiss Cottage is 3.25 miles (5.23 km) north-northwest of Charing Cross. It is the location of Swiss Cottage tube station.
After some great beers, nice meal and rush hour was over we headed back to Gary’s flat.
We landed at Gatwick and then caught the train to West Brompton where we walked 2 blocks to my brother-in-law Gary’s flat. We didn’t do much except go get some dinner and a couple of groceries from the Co-Op the first day.
The next day we took off to go brewery searching. I got online to start looking for some close by ones. I found two that we went to find after we finally got moving.
After riding the underground and buses we finally found Four Thieves. It is what they call a brew pub here, which means it has the brewery in the pub. The brewery is very small but impressive. The brewer brews about every three weeks and also brews at several other brew pubs. They have what we think is about a five barrel system. We were given a tour that we enjoyed. The beers we tried were very nice but they don’t bottle, so none to bring home.
After that we headed out to find another brewery. After several buses and walking in circles we finally came to the Sam Brook’s brewery at 6:03. We walked in to go up to the bar and no one was around. I wandered around and took some photos. David found a bell that said push for help. We then found out that it closed at 6:00. Whoever heard of a bar closing at 6.
We then walked by the clock that runs backwards. That is called World’s End Clock.
World’s End is a district of Chelsea, London, lying at the western end of the Kings Road. Once a Victorian slum area, council housing was built here in the 20th century, including the brutalist World’s End estate. The area takes its name from the public house The World’s End, which dates back to at least the 17th century.
In the King’s Road, near Milman Street, is an inn styled “The World’s End.” The old tavern was a noted house of entertainment in the reign of Charles II. The tea-gardens and grounds were extensive, and elegantly fitted up for the reception of company. The house was probably called “The World’s End” on account of its then considerable distance from London, and the bad and dangerous state of the roads and pathways leading to it
It is mentioned in Congreve’s Restoration comedy Love for Love (1695) as a place of questionable reputation to the west of London:
MRS. FORE. I suppose you would not go alone to the World’s End.
MRS. FRAIL. The World’s End! What, do you mean to banter me?
MRS. FORE. Poor innocent! You don’t know that there’s a place called the World’s End? (Act II, Scene IX)
We then decided to go get something to eat to avoid the rush hours. I say hours because it is not an hour but hours in London.
Well we made it to Rome and to The Church Palace. When they got there they told us that we did not have to move tomorrow when the rest of the chorus got here. They were giving us a free upgrade. I wonder if it is because I told them I wanted to write an article about them. We are getting shown around tomorrow.
We didn’t have too much trouble. The plane was a little late leaving Iceland but we had plenty of time at Heathrow, so that was fine. We did have to go through immigration there and then check in and get rid of our luggage with Alitalia Airlines. Then we had to go through security again. I set off all the bells and whistles with my new knees and the metal in my back. After being scanned and patted down I was let through. Then I notice my backpack on the inspection side. I am told I have a flask with fluid in it. I totally forgot I had David’s water bottle. They just let us drink the water real fast and then I was let go. It was bringing back memories from when I got deported from England.
We still had plenty of time so we went to have a sit down meal. We decided on fish and chips along with a local beer. One thing I didn’t miss from there was mushy peas. David commented that they were a pretty color. They were included with the meal. I did not eat them.
We then walked around to stretch our legs. I had to keep pulling up my shorts, so they wouldn’t fall off. Our gate finally came up, so we headed there. The plane was already a little late but when we got on we were delayed about a half hour before we could leave. Still no big deal because we just took a nap. The only thing I was worried about was that the hotel had sent a car for us and we were late. David said they keep track of this stuff, so they will know. I have to say he was right because they were waiting on us. I hate having to tell him he was right.
Well anyway we made it. We have washed all the grime of the day off and are heading to bed now.