Slug & Lettuce

After enjoying some alfresco dining at a lovely Italian restaurant in London's St Katherine's Dock, under the shadows of Tower Bridge, myself, Shelley, Dave and Julie ended our day with a night cap at the Slug and Lettuce.

We had intended to drink outside the venue but the barmy and inconsistent rules that pubs in Great Britain operate to when they see fit meant that this wasn't to be so we were ushered indoors.

If ever proof was needed as to why me and Shelley rarely go onto town on a Saturday night then our visit to the Slug and Lettuce was it. We entered to the pumping sound of Usher, to find the pub frequented by the Saturday night crowd. I felt very out of place.

Shelley got the round in and unsurprisingly it wasn't cheap nor did it contain a real ale, lager was the only draught beer on offer with me going for a pint of Dutch beer Amstel..

We were sat by a table of twenty somethings that included a woman with a piercing laugh that went through you. At times I wondered whether it would shatter the glass in The Shard which was just across the Thames from where we were drinking.

A mixture of tiredness and full bellies from our Italian meal meant that we called it a night after a solitary pint, rounding off a great day in the capital city for the four of us.