So excited that the doors finally opened on the Forest Tavern this evening! And what a turnout. It seemed like the whole of Forest Gate came out to say hello to the new boozer.
First impressions were great! Excellent beer selection, great decor, lots of outside tables and fresh sawdust smell also included. The barman told us it has been ‘hectic’ – to say the least – to get it open and it would be another few weeks yet before they were properly finished, but either way it was nice they got the doors open.
Seemed genuine enthusiasm and excitement for a new pub in Forest Gate – I’m sure we’ll be regulars. Good luck Antic, and thanks for coming to E7.
The football posts have gone up this week, which means soon we will be inundated by Sunday footballers, but I don’t mind one bit. Turns out my brother used to play football on the flats when we were kids, I found out from my mum recently, as did many now international footballers (as referenced here, by the excellent Forest Gate Now and Then Blog) – it’s nice to see a park so well used.
It was looking particularly stunning this evening at dusk:
It’s views like this that make you forget living in N16, I tell you. (And just about forgive Greater Anglia for their sometimes unreliable train service…)
In January this year, we looked around our teeny, tiny, one bedroom flat in Stoke Newington, where we had lived, on and off, in different forms, for the last 6 years and decided it was time for a change. We needed more space, a little more quiet and wanted to stay in London. That meant one of two things based on our budget – 1) decide to stay in zone 2 and swap a one bed for a slightly bigger two bed for an insane price tag, and in a year’s time cry about how we still needed more space or, simply 2) SUCK IT UP AND LEAVE ZONE 2.
I know, for many people, leaving zone 2 is not an option. What we had in Stokey was what most people dream of: a lovely high street, tons of awesome places to eat all within walking distance, and a half hour commute to work. Bliss. But, we also had: a one bedroom flat creaking at the seams, seemingly noisier neighbours everyday and a wish for our own FRONT DOOR.
Decision made and six months later (after some bumps in the road shall we say), we finally got the keys to our new house – our new four bedroom house – in Forest Gate, zone 3. Oh, Forest Hill she means I hear you say? No, no. Forest Gate is a different place, that you most likely won’t have heard of (most people haven’t).
See, near Stratford? Where that thing called the Olympics happened? Now you know.
We swapped a one bedroom flat, for a four bedroom house, for not much more money and got to keep the half hour commute to work. The one thing we gave up: the lovely high street, with all the food options. But I remain hopeful…