|I'll have a large one, please|
Pubs might be closing like never before, but there are still several thousand in London, and being the best of the best is surely an accolade worthy of a big fuck-off trophy.
'Trophy shopkeeper', I said to the trophy shopkeeper, 'I'd like to see the biggest, fuck-offest trophy in your shop, if you please, Sir'.
As it turned out, nothing in the shop was big and fuck-off enough, so they ordered one in especially from the World of Trophies Trophy Warehouse. Or something.
And as of last night, that trophy has pride of place behind the bar of the Catford Bridge Tavern.
Like Oscars night but with more beer
It's a slightly unusual situation, mind.
|There you go...|
(And the winning pub may very well have been the Catford Bridge Tavern for a second successive year.)
But we don't live in an ideal world, unfortunately.
Impressive trophy or no impressive trophy, the days of the CBT are sadly numbered. Any day now they could get the call telling them to close for the last time.
So we had to hastily arrange to present the trophy to Alex and Theresa last night so that they'd at least be able to display it for a few days.
|We are the Champions!|
If you heed just one piece of advice today, make it this: Stop whatever you're get yourself down to the CBT; Enjoy the awesome beer and food and check out the trophy while you have the chance, because the pub ain't gonna be there forever.
Because if any pub is worth going out of your way to visit for one last time, it's the Ben Viveur London Pub of the Year.
The Catford Bridge Tavern!