“Any sign of my cheese sandwich?” Martin James on the march of NW5’s pub-trade progress
Every couple of years or so I repeat the above question to the invariably charming bar staff at the Pineapple pub in Leverton Street – and they always look blank. Well they might: it was in 1984 that the then landlady disappeared upstairs to make it, but my cheese doorstop never appeared. Now I’ve almost …
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