Wednesday, June 27, 2012
A SLOW BLUES IN A MINOR KEY: AN ELEGY TO THE PAST GLORIES OF THE GOLDEN FISH BAR
Once you could sit in this wonderful place on a winter night with a plate of fish and chips and peas and a cup of tea with a slice and watch the traffic pass by through the steamed up windows. There was a feeling of melancholy and loss, a feeling that if it could be tasted would lie on the palate like a mixture of vinegar and honey. Now the magnificent interior has been gutted. The rosewood tables have gone and whilst the cafe remains with its new fittings it has lost its soul. It sits like a lobotomised patient, staring out blankly onto the Farringdon Road.
Labels: Chip shop, Clerkenwell, Farringdon, Golden Fish Bar