For years Elldrew’s ‘local’ pub in Kentish Town NW5 was less than 100 metres away, but we never dared enter in fear that we might not make it out alive. You see, The Grafton was a run down pub that attracted the wrong crowd, and as far as we knew, it was kept afloat via behind-the-scenes criminal activity (if it wasn’t then it sure did a great impression that it did).
A traditional cornerstone pub in an upcoming area of Kentish Town on the borders of eclectic Camden (well Elldrew did live there after all), it was only a matter of time before someone threw some love (and a bucket of paint) at the old girl, taking on board the current gastro pub ‘style’ and ‘etiquette’ that we have all become accustomed to, so that The Grafton could re-open and breath new life through her doors.
As quickly as it started it seemed to be over. Yes Planet Elldrew is talking about summer in London. But there is something still magical as the leaves start to turn brown and litter the pavements, the suns glare is exceptionally brighter with the contrast of looming grey clouds in the distance, crisp gushes of wind from side alleys attack the last of the holiday tourists as they grasp at their collar buttons. Autumn has arrived and us Londoners enjoy nothing more than the allure of relaxing in a warm and cosy pub. Chairs littered with coats and scarves as a log fire crackles and spits embers, the smell of roasting potatoes wafting from behind the kitchen doors as waiters buzz around the room as if on roller skates, a constant hum of relaxed banter with bursts of sporadic laughter fills the air, occasionally broken by the sound of clinking glass…all this takes place as the outside world seems to be going at a much much faster pace.