After a day of touring the town of King’s Lynn we found ourselves thirsty and in need of a short rest before the drive back south. The Lord Kelvin solved both of those problems.
Outside it looks sort of like a dive, which was one reason it was chosen for our pub visit this afternoon. The other reason was the name…if you aren’t familiar with Lord Kelvin, here’s a good one page synopsis that has other links within it (the wikipedia article is a little more expansive, though). Impressive guy.
Inside, the bar itself is striking, a large oval oaken monolith with polished brass fittings (and not an ale to be found…I had a pint of Stella and the staff scrounged around to find some wine for Jackie). Etched glass windows decorate the doors to the Gents and Ladies, and there’s a weird little shrine to the football team West Ham United behind these customers (none of whom are anything at all like the pub’s namesake):
The Endless British Pub Crawl 