After getting smacked in the eye playing squash with Cowie, the best course of action seemed to be a trip to the local boozer. We'd driven past The Balham Bowls Club several times on our little missions to Waitrose and I've wanting to go there ever since.
It's essentially a converted bowling club with all the paraphanalia that I imagine goes with a bowling club house, including a sign saying "All visitors must report to the secretary's office". It whets your appetite and makes you wonder whether you're actually allowed in!
I loved this picture from Verity Leigh's Flickr collection because it's got a bowling ball with my initials on it.
The BBC, as it's known to the locals, is full of nooks and crannies, retro furnishings and reminders that it used to be a bowling club! We settled into a comfy corner booth and supped on a gorgeous pint of Timmy Taylors for me and a vintage looking gin and tonic for Cowie.
I've fallen in love with the place and can't wait to go back for more than just one, solitary pint!
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