Spanish Bar!

[webofevil]

Henceforth it is my stated ambition to one day purchase central London’s infamous Spanish Bar (frequented by, as far as I can tell, over half the population of London at some point, and yet do any of us know what it’s called?). I will change absolutely nothing about the place, except that I will turn the damn volume down.


EDIT: Okay, apparently at least one of us knows what it’s called. From that I deduce, rhodri, that you have arrived there on at least one occasion sober. J’accuse!

(“Bradley’s”? Really? You sure it’s not called “El Flamenco Ruidoso Del Toro” or something?)


EDIT EDIT: Confusion clearly abounds. After exhaustive research (the first site that came up when I googled was no use at all, and I actually had to go on to the second—can you believe it?) I can announce that the bar we’ve been going to all these years (with the exception, apparently, of rhodri) is called COSTA DORADA.


EDIT ³: All right. I have reluctantly to conclude that, rather than having made a general observation, I have merely managed to reveal that the group of people who didn't know the name of the Spanish Bar—despite everyone's habit of referring to it simply as 'the Spanish Bar’—consists pretty much of me.

I do try and avoid projecting my own experiences onto everyone else, but sometimes you can’t avoid it. It must be one of the natural hazards of being an observational comedian. “And what about being able to taste colours, huh? Aren’t you just tired of anchovies every time you see green? ‘Come and see our lawn.’ ‘Oh man, I can't right now, I’m sick of fish. Can I go and stare at your yellow rug to clear my palate?’ What’s that about? And what about colour-blind people? When they see a cricket pitch do they get, like, grapefruit? You know what I mean? You do know, right? Huh? Right?”

Comments

[rhodri.livejournal.com]

It's called Bradley's. You're right, it's loud.

[amuchmoreexotic.livejournal.com]

Is it the Spanish bar with the flamenco that you mean, or the little Spanish bar with that big jukebox?

[nudejournal.livejournal.com]

The real question is: what is the name of the one that's a just dank cellar with some bricks and a fridge in it, that you get into by *saying* "Spanish Bar?".

[pipistrellus.livejournal.com]

Bit late to join in, but I knew where you were talking about and the name from the start. Do I get a prize?

[femme-letale.livejournal.com]

All the names of Spanish bars in London = Predictable
Majority of tapas served in the predictably named Spanish bars of London = rank. Can we join in business and while you turn down the music and stamp for a bit I can cook something edible!

[strictlytrue.livejournal.com]

I hate to say it, but I knew it was called Costa Dorada as well. What's more, I thought I had told you that before. Now all we need to do is find out the name of the mysterious "this building" by Elephant and Castle.

[lowlowprices.livejournal.com]

I didn't know what it was called. Still don't. But who cares--why do we need to give a name to this magical feeling?
My ears are still ringing to the sound of "Can I sodomise your Vacher's?".

[ex-cornfedpi814.livejournal.com]

And colour blind people don't see other things, they just see other colours, or a lack thereof. Poking fun at them is a bit like waving a placard at a blind man. It's not like there's anything they can do about it, especially if they end up buying a pink house that they thought was white.

Grrr.