The Old English Bangkok British Pub & Restaurant — Restaurant in Khlong Tan Nuea Subdistrict

Based on my Sunday Roast on a Sunday. Excellent and the best one I've had by far in Thailand so far although value wise it's not the cheapest but worth the price. I'm trying a lot of dinners as I typically blog most things having a significant following elsewhere. My partner can only have chicken breast so this place is ideal. It's a weird disease. No red meat and nothing on the bone. I will try pork next time she can coco. We will also check the mid week version of the roast as it on 7 days I believe.

As for the place, I can 100% agree with may of Chris' points. It was chaos the week before on Sunday for a ludicrous large group and loads of other empty tables with reservations. We left without being able to eat so walked to 33/1. This time on one of the mid week visits we reserved for Sunday as I didn't want to walk to 33/1 again. I wonder if the takings were up that Sunday. A fluke. Who knows.

The soft drinks again I have to agree. As a current non drinker (unfortunately as the pint is spectacular price at a lunchtime) the Soda is 80. Absolutely crazy. Same but higher for zero beer. Crazy. So non drinkers are ripped off really. A bottle of zero is under 45 and Soda is under 15 for a single bottle. I'd have like to have a couple with my dinner but not at two quid each. Zero being 3 quid. 😱

Other than that the staff are ok and we've had a few laughs in the multiple times we've been in. I was trying to get one to help me with my pronunciation but she doesn't speak Thai either. 🤣

So a nice pub especially if you drink in the super and long happy hour. Best place in town I guess for a standard pint of the usual Thai beer (I think it Leo 45 baht !!). Also as the owner mentioned no +++ and silly charges but I always stick 20 in the box an often more depending.

Yeah. Worth...

Ok.... Not often I write reviews but today's experience has wound me off the clock. I live in Bangkok now so this bar has lost a regular customer. My observations are as follows. Food is as average in keeping with a bar like this. It's not a restaurant after all. The staff are definitely average with you unless of course you are a regular. I walk past many bars to get to this one. Today I did the same. I called in after a long day and ordered my bottle of Tiger (this is not on offer which should tell you the type of customer I am) and sat myself around the pool table. I watched two Thai girls playing pool for five frames and they continually asked me if I wanted to play. I am a relaxed type of guy so I declined the offer and said I would watch them until they finished. I put my name on the board to be next and sat and waited until they had enough. Meanwhile three frames earlier but long after me, two younger guys had taken seats next to me to watch. When the girls had finished, a young Thai waitress walked up to the younger guys and gave them the table. She looked at me and I asked it was my turn.... She just said No with a dirty look and overruled me. I had sat and waited for at least five games. I got up (leaving my 120 baht a bottle of Tiger) paid the bill and left. This place is definitely clicky, with different service and smiles given to the regulars. My last visit. I am in business and hope they can survive long term on existing customers and watery draught Leo. Doubt it. Spare me the...

My visit was as brief as my initial review, but given the owner took the time to reach out - let me expand:

Looking forward to my first sacred Leo of the trip, along with some food - local or even from the ‘old country’ - this place not far from my hotel seemed to tick the boxes. I appreciate I went when it was quite busy, but unfortunately I was only found a small seat at the serving end of the bar. Not comfortable to eat in without feeling squashed, but - no matter - I could still enjoy the holy Leo and find some food elsewhere.

However .. as I was beginning to enjoy the not inexpensive, and amazingly underpoured (by a couple of fingers) elixir of life, a big unit of a fella - perhaps the owner, perhaps yourself dear commentator - decided he’d squash in, back to me, and have his own dinner, propping up the bar. As Fred Elliot inched backwards, the gap through which drinks could be collected by the staff from the bar (remember, I am in the service end of the bar) shrank to the size of a small vertical letterbox.

It was at this point that I decided to cut my losses, committing the unholy sin in the process of leaving approximately 1/3 of my divine Leo to the Gods of the sink ..

And that is the story as to why, in my experience, it was a...