BrewDog Chancery Lane — Restaurant in London

I staggered in for a swift half one tempestuous evening last week, having lost both my keys and my way, and was pleasantly surprised by the wit and conversation of the moustachioed, subcontinental gentleman that greeted me as I entered. (I think his name was Deep, or perhaps Dip?)

After promising that I would stay for no longer than the half stout shandy I had requested after a (brief) panic, I ended up staying for one more and, as the light kissed the face of the young man escorting me to my table, I was forced to sit down as my knees were shaking so. I had stumbled across my doppelganger! Not just in looks but also in bravado and whimsical chat. His perfections and imperfections mirrored my own. He was longer of limb and with a slightly less mature hairline, but the likeness was uncanny still. Its lack of cause and object filled me with a bizarre awe, and his commitment to his craft impressed me - and reminded me of that demonstrated by a berry picker I once met in rural Perthshire in 1989. I quickly finished my drink, stunned by a combination of fatigue and alcohol and hurried out of the bar, post-haste. For that I apologise, Deep. (Dip?)

I thoroughly enjoyed my evening, in spite of the presence of squiffy Christmas party revellers, and would like to thank Deep (Dip?) for how cool he was under pressure. He puts the ice in customer...

I have enjoyed patronising Brewdog both north and south of the border but felt particularly compelled to share my visit to the Chancery Lane outlet. Whilst the quirky, nigh unique, features of the brand virtually guarantee a memorable drinking experience, the highlight of this visit was the attentive, witty input of a subcontinental barman called Paramdeep ( Paramdip?). His effortless work ethic , allied to a collegiate and inclusive manner, enhanced my enjoyment of the occasional. Not only did he serve my Campari and soda with aplomb, but also there was trace of attitude or scorn at my choice. So different from the last time Inordered the drink in the Moan Inn in Glasgow’s East End where my order was greeted with physical abuse by fellow patrons and a threat of violence from the barman. Not so with Paramdeep (Paramdip?) for whom it was all in a day’s work. Then, when one thought it could not get better, Paramdeep ( Paramdip?) entertained my somewhat right wing views, extolling the virtues of leaders from Maggie Thatcher to Donald Trump whilst also dismantling the weaknesses and vagaries of Woke culture. I will return but will call ahead to ensure that Paramdeep( Paramdip?) is on duty as nothing else...

Great looking pub, modern, spacious, TV screens in few places, big tables and couches. Even pool table, fancy.All great.

Visited during BH weekend, when they celebrated 18th birthday of the company, and Punk IPA cost 1.80. Great again! Let's order non-alcoholic version. Ups, not available, can I get something non alcoholic? Only fizzy drinks etc. Ordered 2 cokes, tenner, jesus wept.

When coming back from the toilet I decided to check what they keep in the fridge and what a suprise: there is non-alcoholic Lost AF. Bought it. Great toilets btw, I'm getting old and how toilets look now it's important for my brain, go figure.

Now, I understand it's BH, most people don't work, you don't want to be there as a employee, especially you don't earn enough to live good life in London. I'm in the same situation. I don't even want to blame that person for poor customer service, he looked so miserable and from the first look I knew I shouldn't expect anything.

Also, what's the story with tips being suggested when paying with card on card machines? I can see it more and more often now and don't like it at all, it's some kind of mental terrorism. Pay your employees more, that's...