I was in London and had my first post-lockdown beer in a pub, at The Goose, in Walthamstow. It looked like this:
Had to sign in to enter the pub, and give personal details for track and trace to the girl on the door who had a tattoo of Danny DeVito on her calf. Not Danny DeVito as the Penguin, which might have been expected, but just as himself. No, she’ll never live to regret that.
Having got in and ordered at the bar, the beer was subsequently delivered by a member of staff. It was all amazingly pleasant and civilized, and the pub wasn’t too full – that would be the social distancing. A man could get used to this, though presumably it won’t last. We will return to some version of the old normal. The beer, inevitably was a bit of a disappointment, I’d hoped for too much, the gratification had been delayed too long, but I was very glad to have it, and then glad to have had it.
There was also the first post-lockdown meal, in Diner at Spitalfields market.
There was more signing in, occupied tables suitably far apart from each other, and we were given instructions about having to wear a mask when going to the toilet, but the burger and fries were perfectly OK. St John it wasn’t; but you know, St John wasn’t open yet.
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