The Marquis of Granby, New Cross

Moe: If you like good food, good fun, and a whole lot of crazy crap on the walls, then come on down to Uncle Moe's Family Feedbag.
- The Simpsons, Bart sells his soul

The Marquis of Granby
322 New Cross Road
SE14 6AG

The Marquis of Granby is a spit and sawdust local boozer in the heart of New Cross. If you don't like faux-Irish pubs, then the Marquis of Granby offers you a Tayto-flavoured dose of something more authentic.

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29 comments:

Matt-Z said...

It's hardly spit and sawdust. Either your standards are very high, or you don't go into enough rough pubs to make the call.

Anonymous said...

Last time I was there I almost got my swede caved in by a drunken irish navvy the size of a walrus.

Not a place to go and make jokey comments about Liverpool.

little said...

Yeah, all those Goldsmiths librarians can get pretty lairy too.

darryl said...

I'd say it's a bit beyond spit and sawdust too. Loads of fond memories of this place from the mid-90s when we used to meet in here for a cider or two before heading to The Venue. Apart from knocking the two bars into one, the place has hardly changed. Good.

Anyone remember when the Evening Standard did its first "Deptford is the new Hoxton" piece about six years ago, and it referred to it as "the Marquee" as if it was some den of iniquity?

I am The Walrus said...

I'm sorry Anon. Dont know what came over me; Hoi you two up there LEAVE CAT MAN ALONE

Anonymous said...

Nick thinks rough pubs are the ones where they don't bring the bill to your table or don't serve olives.

mintness said...

The Marquis was my regular port of call for big(gish)-screen football for a couple of years before I discovered some like-minded souls with Sky, Setanta/ESPN and a wide-screen TV at home. Still, always felt perfectly welcome there even as an errant Newcastle fan. Interesting mix of stick-legged stoodents, Chinese Man U gloryhunters trying to make a can of Coke last 90 minutes, regular locals, Millwall-supporting Guardianistas (really), and wizened Irish blokes perpetually watching the horses and nipping across the road after every half of stout to place another futile bet.

They have beer and whisk(e)y and crisps. It's a real pub. Good.

Rugby Fan said...

The only food on offer is I think the above mentioned Tayto crisps.

But there are two kebab shops within staggering distance so no that's no problem.

My only gripe is too many football fans in there, when you are trying to concentrate on the Rugby.

NXG_Resident said...

If you want spit and sawdust, go to The Five Bells in New Cross Gate. It's the pub that time forgot, but it's a great diorama of working-class London.

NXG_Resident said...

PS: New Cross' finest pub is arguably Peckham's finest too. The Montague Arms on the border of Lewisham and Southark is amazing. Inimitable eccentricity pores from every dust-covered nook. The decor is a Tim Burton wet-dream and the lovely old pair who own the place are two local icons.

Actually scratch that, it's probably the finest pub in all of South-East London. There, I said it!

Brockley Nick said...

It was said with affection, but it is dictionary definition of spit and sawdust.

And for the record, I can't stand olives.

mintness said...

Oh yes, the Montague Arms is beyond all description really. I have grizzled 40-something punker friends from the other end of the country who make a point of gigging there whenever they're in the vicinity, just to take in the sheer randomness of it all.

I particularly love the optimistic "Coach Parties Welcome" sign outside - the very idea of the Montague being the first British experience of a bunch of Dutch grannies makes me very, very happy.

Headhunter said...

The Montague Arms does get coach parties though. Strange as it may sound. We went there once and it was the bizzarest experience ever, the place was packed to the gills with, I think, Dutch tourists who had offloaded from 2 coaches. You cuold barely move. On stage was an Elvis impersonator, in full regalia, crooning over the hubbub of Dutch gossip. All of a sudden at about 10pm the tourists departed, Elvis left the stage and the place was deserted... The 3 or 4 of us were literally the only people there and you could have heard a pin drop. By that time we'd had enough beer to decide to turn the evening into an impromtu karaoke night and took to the stage where the microphone stood, deserted. The old dears behing the bar didn't seem to care a jot that we were belting out drunking versions of anything from Frank Sinatra to Madonna...

Pete said...

The Sunday roast at the Montague arms is good too. Especially when you realise that the organ music isn't a recording...

Anonymous said...

no but the landlord eats fried catman and chips I understand...

I am The Walrus said...

If I Have To Come Up There......

Anonymous said...

Brockley Nick
It was said with affection, but it is dictionary definition of spit and sawdust.

surely that would involve it having sawdust on the floor to mop up the spit...

Last time I was there they had carpet and rather nice artistic photos of Ireland on the walls. They are sensibly priced, the decor is nicer than the New X Inn and the Goldsmiths Tavern and it is less spit and sawdust than either of them. It is less spit and sawdust than the Rosemary Branch/Bar too.

It is a traditional boozer. Not trendy. Not ridiculously priced. It is friendly and has a certain charm. And it's not rough either.

Brockley Nick said...

Idiom: "a spit-and-sawdust pub (= type of bar that is found in Britain) is dirty and untidy and is not modern or attractive."

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Not that there's anything wrong with that...

Anonymous said...

"is dirty and untidy and is not modern or attractive."

I wouldn't call it especially dirty or untidy. It's not modern but why is modern the same as attractive. I would say traditional or classic are phrases which make me think of something attractive rather than the word modern.

Anonymous said...

Highlight for me is the smoking area and all those Welsh guys who turn up on a Sunday to watch the curling

Monkeyboy said...

Reminds me of that Tommy Cooper gag...

"me and the wife cleaned out the attic the other day. Filthy, dirty and covered in cob webs, but she's good to the kids"

thank you and goodnight....

Anonymous said...

Oh god, don't tell jokes like that. Brockley's Mungleteriat will think the Marquis is some sort of Bernard Manning-style, working men's club.

Anonymous said...

It has a fake air raid shelter design for a bar...anyone notice that?

Anonymous said...

you are allowed to bring your own food in from outside I believe.

Although they do toasties.

The Cat Man said...

ewww...

Anonymous said...

The only trad pub left in New Cross other than the Montague Arms (which is really New Cross Gate/Queens Road Peckham).

Both are great boozers. The Montague though wins hands down for its amazing interior, its sunday lunch and live music.

All others have either had their insides ripped out at one point or another or have lost their original character.

BrockleyBiker said...

One of my favourite pubs in London.

Transpontine said...

Yes I too have been in the Monty when a coach load of tourists turn up. I think it's a pretty cool introduction to London for travellers from the continent.

bob said...

I agree with what Darryl and Mintness said.

I was in the Marquis last week, after not having been there much in last few years, and was pleased to see so little change - same Johnny Cash songs on the jukebox, same familiar faces, same mix of studentals and ordinary humans. Let's hope the recession stops it getting swept up in the wave of pub gentrification.

Notable difference post smoking ban: breathable air. But less punters.

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