The St John’s Bar barely counts as a pub, housed as it is in the Corn Exchange and priced slightly higher than a proper pub in the same neighbourhood to take advantage of the audience’s captivity during a show…but a bar is a bar and this was the only new one I hit yesterday (although we did have a night cap at the Champion of the Thames, after the show).
The last time I saw Thorogood was in 1980 or ’81 and I was the guy that took the tickets at the door of this shitty little roadhouse (called, interestingly enough, The Roadhouse) a few miles outside Auburn, Alabama. It was mostly a biker bar and usually only had country acts–rowdy ones so there was chicken wire around the stage and a secnd layer of chicken wire about five feet out from the stage because thrown chairs might breach a single layer. It had a legal capacity of about 120 and there must have been 500 that night. At the time, I was about 5 years younger than the average spectator; coincidentally, that was the same age gap for me last night…but the band rocked and was loud enough for all us deaf old fucks and bless ’em for it.
The St John’s is upstairs after going out of the main hall, and the toilets are downstairs so it’s Johns down, St John’s up. Pints are 3.75 for reference to a venue like this in the States where 20 ounces of beer would cost you $12-15, so not too much of a mark-up. I did not get a price on one bourbon, one scotch, and one beer (before anyone asks).