The Mitre Hotel
We were early for our screening at the Picturehouse on Saturday. The Lord Hood was having its jazz day – it was very full and very smoky and the Picturehouse bar looked busy too so we nipped into the Mitre for a quick pint.
The Mitre has always rather appealed to me from the outside. It’s neat and clean – a spruced-up Victorian hotel with beautifully-kept window boxes and spiral-cut conifers in the first floor windows (not dead which is a miracle after several years) It just looks like a nice pub. It’s clearly not the first one on the site as The East Greenwich Madrigal Society used to meet there in 1848, and it was used as a County Court around that time too, under the beady eye of Judge David Sealey.
Inside it’s also very late-Victorian – and much bigger than it looks from the outside. Squashy leather bench-seats and neat tables on different levels – and plenty of them – did look a bit tired by 6.00pm on a Saturday – but it was still a pleasant enough atmosphere. There’s a little paved garden running between the pub and St Alfege’s churchyard where they clearly have barbeques – though there wasn’t one while we were there – and a nice little beer garden/yard at the back which you get to through a conservatory.
The beer’s nothing to write home about – but it’s not awful either and my lime & soda (I was saving the real drinking for after the movie) was at the perfect strength – unusual these days where you either get green water or a glass of acid.
Upstairs they have ensuite rooms – I have no idea what they’re like but from £75 in London (for a single room) which includes breakfast and a car parking space they would have to be exceptionally awful to represent bad value. All in all I quite like the Mitre. I wouldn’t ever go out of my way to visit it, but if I’m in the area (except on a Tuesday when they have an open mic night for amateur performers – bring back the Madrigals, I say) I may well pop in.