I spent Saturday having the best of days with people I love, watching Wales win the 6 nations and eating a butter bean. Mr Pounce was in red as befitting his Welsh roots and the muse knew all the words to the songs.
Wales won. We had a drink and watched small boys with light sabers duelling as the sun set.
Then to the Cow... Of course it was St Patricks day and the Cow is an Irish pub... Is it fuck.
Since the diaspora following the potato famine the Irish got everywhere and imbued where-ever they went with the 'craic' and where-ever they went with the craic everyone wanted to be Irish. They never got to the Cow!
The cow is as Irish as Tokyo and it pisses me off to see people who have booked a table to eat being charged £5 on the door to go in because it is St Patricks night.... why weren't the customers warned that they would be charged on the door. The food is good at the Cow but already way over priced and it's not as if they have a celebrity chef.
It is a pub.
The landlord is rarely there.
I have never know an Irish staff member there, unless Albania is suddenly Irish, not to knock Albanians but they ain't Irish.
Diners were charged at the door to eat at a table they had booked.
The owner wasn't there to explain why this was the case.
Gaz Mayall was there with his band which made the whole thing magical. Without him, Roger Pomphrey and a couple of others it would have been SHIT.
The Cow suffers now from the malaise frequent in other 'destination' pubs/bars in that they don't give a shit if you don't like it because thousands of others are there to be suckered.
If not suckered then happy to pay a premium in order to feel that they are part of the Notting Hill trustafarian, coke driven 'better than you' never really worked in my life mentality.
Oh. And what did the door charge pay for? It payed for the bouncers!