Once described by a work colleague of mine as “Familyville”, the term fully encompasses what Island Gardens feels like: quaint, brick by boring brick. It’s pretty lifeless when it comes to anything that would be described as remotely fun or exciting. Except for foxes. There’s a lot of foxes (which I might, or might not, have named). With the weather becoming more palatable, I decided it’s time to visit the local pub, The Great Eastern.
Location: The Great Eastern, Isle of Dogs, London
Camera: Nikkon D60, Nikkor 50 mm lens
The Great Eastern is one of your typical, run-of-the-mill pub. Friendly staff, completely empty at the random hour we went there aside from the depressed woman drinking wine at 3pm and staring off in the distance. The name, it would seem, originates from a ship (I believe it was the SS Great Eastern), a picture of which decorates the very back of the pub.
While we were only initially planning to have a drink, laying on the comfy, stained sofa, an incredible smell of chips made its way to us so we did order some “dirty” chips. Coming with sliced jalapenos and cheese, they were really a treat. A bit soft at times because of too much sauce, but I thought they fit in really well with alcoholic beverages.