Randomness Guide to London Menu

This is one of those huge rambling Wetherspoons pubs, in a rather pretty old building with Morris wallpaper and interesting panelling inside. Unfortunately, it has all the appealing character of a post-apocalyptic squat, with tribal bands of barbaric subhuman accountants and shop workers roasting pigeon corpses on pointy sticks by the flickering light of plasma screens as football flags and lager bunting drape across the elegant Victorian ceilings overhead.

They didn't serve anything particularly drinkable either - at least, at the bar I was at they didn't, but it almost certainly has quite a few more.