I used to live next door but one to the Cow on Westbourne Park Road. It was my local for12 years and I still pop in from time to time.
I pop in because it is, for many reasons, the best pub in West London.
I pop in because Petro or Luti will always be pleased, or pretend to be pleased, to see me, Petro especially knows what I want before I do. Mid week there will always be people I know from years back who have the same liking for the place and the food is the best in any pub that I know of; it is not 'gastro bollocks' it is good food.
Tom, who owns the place has a very good idea of what is what and what should be. He has made it a destination rather than just a local. This can be annoying at weekends when the place is rammed, but I guess that is the price you pay for a bloody good pub down the road.
I called in tonight, walked in after a long absence to see that all was as is should be and on top of that Ian has grown facial hair, Janek looks even younger, Colette has cut her hair but it is still the colour of new pennies and Jake looks the same as ever and the place was full and vibrant.
Later, after a trip to Tesco I popped into the Italian Job on All Saints Road, just off Portobello Road, surely a 'cool' place for a pub but without any soul. Of course it is a 'chain' pub.
I'm going to let a picture tell a thousand words:
Thursday, 10 January 2019
Saturday, 5 January 2019
Got up, dressed to kill and someone to kill but Someone whispered 'NO'.
I knew none of this until I took another look at this photograph. There is a dog.
There is a dog. And the dog whispered : ''No Tristan no, I know the woman you want to kill deserves to die but she should not die by your hand.
There is a dog
There is a dog
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