Beech Tree

Right, I’ve been in here twice. The first time, I sat in the bar where a group of blokes were loudly f’ing and blinding whilst some alcoholic bag lady was shouting and singing in the lounge.
Me and my girlfriend were in Blackheath today and, as we were passing, decided to nip in there a pint as it had a beer garden (thus hopefully avoiding any dodginess).
The bloke behind the bar (could’ve been the landlord I dunno) was rude, sarky and wouldn’t know manners if they smacked him in the face. As the bar is split in half, I couldn’t see all the bitters they had on and wondered if the same ones were on in each bar. I asked him and he came back with ‘well, apart from Carling, Fosters, Guinness and Strongbow… yes’ (that reply doesn’t make any sense to me, dunno bout you). My girlfriend then ordered hers and said to me ‘d’you want anything else’ at which he said ‘Glasses’ and gave me a right old glare. We then we went to find our way to the beer garden. As we weren’t sure if the door we were gonna walk through was the right one, we hesitated — at which point he let out a loud, sarcastic laugh.
As it was he couldn’t pour a pint to save his life (trust me, I’ve worked in pubs for 10 years, I know about this stuff) and seemed to me to be more interested in validating himself by getting cheap laughs from the small audience propping up his sorry excuse for a pub. As it was, the garden wasn’t much cop and the pints we’d had went flat very quickly so we cut our losses and left.
Don’t ever go in there!