10th November 2006
What confusion
OK, this is instalment 3 in Sokratis' Friday diary. So, after going back charging phone up, grabbing a bite to eat it was time to continue, so we headed down to Chalk Farm to a familiar place the Lock Tavern. I think it's one of the best ones you'll find on Chalk Farm road. It's a very young, trendy crowd that goes there usually and the music is pretty good with a different DJ set every weekend or live music. OK, reasonably priced drinks, a nice beer garden, which can be used in the winter too and a lively, friendly atmosphere. It seems to be a bit of a pulling joint as well with lots of the punters getting very friendly with each other.
Some of the staff are very good as well they had a problem with their card reader and I was let to walk away from the bar with a full round of drinks on the promise that I would come back to pay, which of course I did.
This is the end of the review, now for a personal recount of the night:
The funniest bit was this girl who came to talk to us, being really, really, really drunk (I seem to be developing a magnetic field for these). She was being friendly, so I reciprocated asking what her name was. It took a few minutes to work out she wasn't called Livvy, Libby, Lilly or Lithee but actually Lizzy. The slurring was so bad she couldn't get her z's out. It was not a very deep or long conversation as she fell of her chair after all that effort of saying her name.
The other funny bit was with this very nice Polish dude (who's actually a PHP developer) I had a chat with told you the place is friendly, people just talk to you. The music is very loud, and we were sat under one of the speakers and the conversation was again quite difficult, so here is part of the dialog:
Polish guy: there is a Polish party in Charing Cross. Do you guys want to come?
Me: no thanks man, we'll just stay around the area.
PG: (this where it got confusing) Are you lying?
Me: what do you mean, why would I lie?
PG: there's inaudiblelying!
Me: (now getting annoyed) I don't even know you, why would I lie to you?
PG: there's a good line!
ME: (and this is when normality came back) AAH. You mean there is a good line? The Norhern Line! On the tube?
PG: YES
Me: no thanks, we'll stay in the area
PG: OK
You don't get things like that in most bars, so give this one a try.