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C’est si bon

Jeffrey | September 14, 2009

I’ve got an achy hand from writing cheques. Paying lots of bills all at once can give one the almighty hump, but I was cheered up no end when chef emerged from the kitchen carrying two plates. Sebastien’s come up with a pair of divine specials – one mo…

Summer is over

Jeffrey | September 11, 2009

Summer can be a little unkind to pubs that don’t have beer gardens. And if you’re running a city boozer, you’ll see some business drop off as your regulars take extended holidays. But the leaner period is over: we’re busier than ever before. It’s been …

Seasonal

Jeffrey | September 8, 2009

The weather’s on the turn, and everybody’s sick of golden ales anyway. Having tasted a load of shit ones at the IBC awards yesterday, I think I’ve developed a certain animus toward the style. Thankfully, ale is seasonal. So we’re breaking out some dark ales this week. Theakston’s Old Peculier and Moorhouses Black are racked and tapped and will be on sale as soon as our current guest ales are

Vodka

Jeffrey | September 3, 2009

Martin, our Polish sous chef, returned to his homeland today. That crazy cat’s got a tough journey ahead of him: 18 hours on a coach from Victoria. He’s been at The Gunmakers since January. He’s been living above the pub for the last couple of weeks (since I moved out), and this morning he dragged his case downstairs just as we were opening up for the day.In front of a couple of bemused customers

Mordue IPA

Jeffrey | September 2, 2009

I used to inwardly grumble whenever I entered a pub and saw that the beer selection was restricted to “usual suspects”. I’m a bit more sympathetic now, after learning just how inconsistent some microbrewed beers can be. I’ve never had a duff firkin of Landlord in the 16 months I’ve been ordering it. Harvey’s has never let me down. But there are some breweries I’ll never order from again, because

Living above the shop

Jeffrey | August 31, 2009

At least I can say I tried it. Sometimes I’m driven to do silly things like that. I thought it was the proper, traditional thing to do. So, forsaking my lovely flat atop a Georgian terraced house I packed up some things and moved into the rooms above The Gunmakers.It had been years since the pub had been lived in. The last people to do so were Pat and Pat, the old couple who ran the place for