LONDON: With the final brass “toad” nestled at the bottom of the hole, team members from the Black Horse club jumped in the air to chest bump after becoming world champions at one of Britain’s more obscure pub games.Toad, which is said to have originated in France hundreds of years ago, involves throwing four large brass coins, or “toads”, at a small hole on a lead square nearly eight feet (2.44 meters) away.Two points are awarded for throwing a toad in the hole, with one point awarded for landing it on the lead table.”Is toad skilful? Absolutely. You’ll see players with varying techniques and skills that they’ve honed over a period of time,” competitor Bryan Vaananen told Reuters.
“You can’t just rock up and chuck it in the hole.”The Black Horse came out victorious at Wednesday’s championship at a hall in the team’s home town of Lewes in southern England. More than 50 teams vied for the title, an increase on last year’s entrants.The game is hugely popular in the East Sussex town, having waned elsewhere in English pubs amid competition from darts and pool.
A new exhibition marks the release of a documentary about the Swinging Sixties in London as seen through the eyes of Sir Michael Caine. The film, My Generation —presented and produced by the actor, 84, and directed by David Batty — is out next week. The exhibition, curated by Zelda Cheatle, has opened in Carnaby Street and has photographs, prints and previously unseen archive footage from the era.
The exhibition, curated by Zelda Cheatle, has opened in Carnaby Street and has photographs, prints and previously unseen archive footage from the era.
Contributors to the documentary who feature in the show include Roger Daltrey, Vidal Sassoon, Jean Shrimpton, Lulu, Paul McCartney, The Rolling Stones and Mary Quant.
Zoe and Layo Paskin – the geniuses behind The Palomar and The Barbary – are doing their bit to spread the good vibes across town.Hot on the heels of launching coffee shop Jacob The Angel next door to The Barbary, they’ve taken over old boozer The Blue Posts two doors down from The Palomar. And clearly in the mood for giving, they’ve turned it into not one but three new venues.
The Blue Posts
First up, on the ground floor, is the pubby part. It retains the original name and much of the character, but has been given a spruce up, had its bar transformed into a dining counter, and craft beer installed on the taps.
The food offering is more or less limited to bar snacks – but there’s much more than mere peanuts (which incidentally come coated in harissa, and are very good indeed). Heavily buttered anchovy soldiers are simple but seductive, homemade sausage rolls are robustly meaty, and a plate of fried Jerusalem artichokes in a tahini-esque hazelnut sauce is a marker of how good vegetable dishes can be.
Flying the flag among a short selection of sandwiches is a New England fried fish sandwich. Encased in brioche and dripping with tartare sauce, it’s a filet-o-fish for the foodie set – and what’s not to love about that?
Somehow, despite its Soho location, it still manages to feel a little bit local. And even the pork crackling is particularly, well, cracking. Simply put, it’s a pretty perfect pub [ . . . ]