The Thousands

I was down in Pyrmont to check out a new joint which opened with zero fanfare and no net presence, which is a rarity. And it was good, but being only a week old, they wanted to stay under the radar. Because we’re not entirely ruthless scoop-whores I had to respect that.* Somewhat deflated, I kicked rocks back towards Fernside. Cue serendipity.

In the whirlwind of small bar fever I’d forgotten about the Lord Wolseley, the original small bar. Or pub, as the case may be. While emphatically a locals pub, blow-ins are welcome, and the novelty of being in such a lilliputian rendition is soon replaced by an appreciation that this is just a no-frills drinker’s pub – a fact supported by its history.**The small number of outside tables are great on a summer eve, the tiny bistro goes ok, and the place is perfectly situated just off the usual drinking track to keep the pace relaxed, but close enough to get right back on it when you’re ready to move on. Not that you’d necessarily want to.

*This doesn’t mean you can’t do a bit of sleuthing yourself. On, say, Twitter…