Visited: Friday 8 January by JB
This is a strange one. It’s a bar right in the bowels of Tower Bridge. It sounds romantic, and I’m sure some spots offer spectacular views or something, but mostly you’re just looking out on the neglected underside of an old bridge. The underside of bridges generally aren’t supposed to be seen.
If whoever designed Tower Bridge (Sir Horace Jones, if you’re wondering, and no we did not just look that up on Wikipedia) had known that the underside of his creation would be gawped at and judged by a drunken asshole on a date in 2016, then maybe he would have spiced it up a bit. It’s not your fault, Horace. It’s not your fault. You weren’t to know.
Maybe we’re being a bit unfair. There is a nice view of the river from some seats in the bar, and the staff were very friendly and helpful. But the selection of beers was limited, and it was so cold inside Boozehound felt like he was actually sitting in the Thames at one point.
In terms of atmosphere, it kind of had the ambience of a repurposed public toilet, which may very well be what it was.
Perhaps Boozehound was just reaching the ‘angry drunk’ stage of the night when he visited The Vault, but he couldn’t recommend it when the far superior Anchor Tap and Dean Swift are nearby. If you can nab a table with a nice view, and you’ve brought your duffel coat, it might be worth nipping in for a pint. But that’s about it really.
Do they do food? Yes, standard fare by the looks of things.
Are they in the 21st Century? Yes, no minimum spend.
Are there dogs? No dogs present, but seems like it’d be dog friendly.
I’m hungover, do they do a Bloody Mary? Not on the menu but I bet they’d make one.
I want to smoke: Street smoking, by all accounts.