In The Wedge: The Cavendish Arms

So it's been a while since my last proper post. I'm back by popular demand. Well OK maybe just the demand of a few of my regular drinking companions, but back all the same.

So where better to start than The Cavendish Arms in Stockwell. I've mentioned  the Cavendish in previous posts but I felt it was time to do it justice.

Found in the wedge between South Lambeth Road and Wandsworth Road, the Cavendish on approach looks like an estate pub which would be avoided by all but locals and a brave stranger. Draw closer and you will find a newly revamped beer garden which is a mere taster for what you will find inside. A comfy living room atmosphere of Chesterfields and the odd Spitting Image annual in the main bar is your starting point of discovering the delights of the Cavendish. 

It never ceases to impress me with it's friendly service from the Landlady, sound engineer and sometime Musician Shirley-Jane, to Dave the Compere (pulls of a gold jacket with aplomb), Daniel the barman and his architecturally impressive hairdo or occasional Pub Organist, Tam. Yes I did say Pub Organist. As if this in itself isn't reason enough to visit there is the Ballroom. At one time this would have been the smokey backroom; now transformed into an intimate venue complete with stage, mirrorball and velvet curtain. The often free line up includes Music, Comedy and now and again a bit of Burlesque; and who doesn't like a bit of free tassle!

So if you haven't guessed already I am quite a fan. Usually I would leave the choice to the reader but I will make an exception and command you to jump on the Northern or Victoria line, bus or bike and head to The Cavendish Arms.


London Girl said...

I love love love this place. I was introduced to it by one of my pals who performs at the Tuesday comedy night quite regularly. Have you been?

The Pub Diaries said...

Yes been a few times to Comedy Virgins... always watch with admiration as that stage can be a very lonely place to be; especially if you do a few Jim Davidson-esque jokes with no sense of tongue in cheek, and then follow up with "I thought you were that kind of audience..." Not your mate I hope!