Two months of unbroken sunshine, I come to London and it’s pissing it down! As I walked up to Hammersmith I followed Chiswick Mall, and it’s beautiful properties, east along the Thames. Nearing Hammersmith Bridge, the Mall turns into Upper Mall and you pass Kelmscott House where William Morris lived.
Hence, the local Wetherspoons is named after him. Based upon that logic, I thought they may have made a bit better effort with the carpet? If it is one of his designs, it’s not one of his better ones. They had made an effort with the reproduction Morris themed photos though.
If I’m going to be honest, this wasn’t my favourite ‘spoons ever and I reckon the nearby Plough & Harrow is superior. I’m not sure why? There’s nothing wrong with the William Morris that I could actually put my finger on.
Maybe it’s because it feels like two separate pubs, with separate doorways, joined in the centre by a shared bar? You sort of enter via Lyric Square, wander round a bit and eventually exit on King Street near the big roundabout, or vice versa. As well as wandering round you can go up and down a bit onto mezzanine decks or into little cubby holes making everything feel a bit Bilbo Baggins. The hanging baskets were nice though.
Maybe it was the unholy row going on between two female members of staff in the kitchen, which was accompanied by images of the Ben Stokes trial on the TV. Shame we couldn’t turn the sound up and drown them out. Mind you, at least it didn’t end up with the police being called.
To be fair, at 11.30am the pub was nicely busy. Not so much with your typical ‘spoons early morning drinkers (they’re all in the other one). No this was a Hi-viz jacket take over, with construction workers lording it up with the managers special; 8oz steak, chips, peas, mushroom & tomato at £5.99 for breakfast. Reaping the benefit of a poor turnout at last nights Steak Club, no doubt?
I noticed they had fully loaded wire condiment racks, yet other branches, where you carry individual sauces and salt and pepper to your table, do not. Why? Who chooses?
To be fair, the breakfast was excellent and the service second to none. My plate had been cleared before I even started on my second refill (coffee).
Apart from the many construction workers, the rest of the punters looked like visitors saving the cost of an hotel brekkie, supplemented by twenty something east Europeans throwing pints of lager down their necks faster than you could say Brexit.
In terms of real ale, the five guest pumps had a showing of Locale in the form of two Wimbledon Brewery beers, an International craft brewer’s showcase beer and one from Loddon Brewery (Oxon.).
All in all, a decent Wetherspoons that didn’t quite feel homely enough to me. If you’re ever in Hammersmith and looking for a ‘spoons, go to the Plough & Harrow instead, it’s only 350m further along King St.