Out with James C
December 20, 2002
So it was with an air of caution I stepped into its rich atmosphere last Friday in order to quash any unfair bias I may have formed through years of drinking in the Purple Turtle.
It was quite true however that you certainly rub shoulders with a different clientele in The Pitcher than perhaps the Nearby Bar 4.
The floor was scattered with gradually expanding yet still intimate groups of young suited professionals, as they scoffed and joked over some highly amusing office banter.
Usually containing references to dubious acts involving a laptop, the office secretary and a kumquat.
Hands were poised, sipping from their glasses of wine or bottles of designer beer, and all with not a pint of Stella in sight.
An outrage! Yet keen to experience the true Pitcher and Piano I thought it only prudent to sample a few bottles from their comprehensive wine list.
Bottles uncorked and glasses getting a good workout I began to truly integrate with this previously icy group of drinkers.
By 10pm, it was an effort to move with many late-working desk-jockeys contending for a place at the bar.
That's not to say it was a chore to get served.
On the contrary service was genuinely excellent with the bar staff seemingly keeping on top of their hefty workload and managing to remain outwardly optimistic.
It perhaps would have been nice if the minority of drinkers would have dropped their guard a little and began the weekend a little more relaxed and carefree.
The Pitcher and Piano makes for a different Friday night detached from the usual drinking anarchy that can curse some town centre bars.
Be prepared to take along plenty of cash though.