Burnt Oak
Blarneys
128 Burnt Oak Broadway, HA8 0BB
Date of Visit : 14th July 2006
Approx. Time of Visit: 8.30 pm
Route Used: Northern from Edgware
Distance Traveled : 0.94 miles
Guests: None
Clientele: Drunken Irish
Pub Number : 147
| Beer |
Cost |
Comments |
| Guinness | £TBC | |
| Foster's | £TBC |
| Characteristics | Rating | Comments |
| Ambience |
|
Not so much craic as cracked |
| Facilities |  |
2 x TV, 1 fruit |
| Ladies | |
Slim dark haired barmaid + drunken Irish hags |
| OVERALL | |
A poor example of the type |
With houses to the left, we turned right out of the station and headed towards what looked like a main street. On the way there was a lot of fruit and veg stalls with some very ethnic foods, including what looked suspiciously like dried out elephant turds in a box. Luckily we were totally stuffed from our lovely Fish and Chip stop and so we didn't need to try any. Down a side street a bunch of old black geezers (think Desmond's) stood laughing outside what we hoped wasn't a pub, but luckily it was just the back of a drug dealers lockup and we found the Irish (again!) themed pub after turning right up the main street. This isn't one of these tambourine on the wall, comedy Guinness posters and big hats with clover places, but more how you imagine a real Irish pub might be. i.e. sparsely populated with drunks who obviously come there every single day to drown their sorrows. Strengthening the stereotype, the racing was on the TV and a small TV flicked through the racing results from the other courses. As we waited to be served, a funny Chinese guy couldn't wait for his Guinness to settle and ordered a cheeky half lager chaser and some dry roasted peanuts. He drank very quickly, but couldn't finish either drink before leaving at pace, no doubt to pick up some Polo mints to fool his wife, waiting at home for him to return from a hard day at the office... Nothing much going on here, so we left and tried a quick trip to Colindale, but unfortunately after walking for some distance, the only pub we found was boarded up and the train was waiting to take me oop North, so we would have to return back there at a later date, but next up Pudding Mill Lane...
Pint of Guinness please....oh, go on, and a half
lager chaser!
Apparently these are edible!
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