It was late lunchtime when a covey of older American women discovered the pub. Starving after hours spent riding the sight seeing bus, we saw the welcoming signs, and clean look, and decided to take a chance on lunch. Sitting in the main bar on the ground floor, we ordered leek soup, sandwiches, fish and chips, and cottage pie. Everyone was delighted with the quality, and overwhelmed with the quanity of the grub.
From the outside window, we had seen old men playing checkers, imagine our surprise that the barman had a red Mohawk. Traditional or not, he was very kind and explained the in and outs of the menu and the drinks on offer. The couple seated next to us were friendly and we found ourselves feeling very welcome.
Although we ate at several 'high class' restaurants this trip, The Blue Posts was our favorate for food, friendliness. and service.

Just about the most dreadful place I've ever had the misfortune to enter in need of a drink. Despite the fact that it was 10pm on a Wednesday, that is, people need liquid refreshment but the pub was fairy empty, five people stood at the bar waiting to be served for 2 full minutes before the bar girl materialised. I waited another 5 minutes to be served. However, even though I was standing right next to the till, and she twice look up at me, just as I was about to be served, or so I thought, a party of four that had just walked in was served in front of me. I can only guess whether this was wilful on her part becasue I was on my own, or whether the pub has managed to employ an complete cretin behind the bar. I fear the latter. I walked out, went to the closest pub I could find, and got served literally 4 seconds after entering. Considering the rate at which pubs are closing in the UK and in London, I would have thought a pub would be going to great lengths to get and maintain business. Obviously the staff and management of the Blue Posts couldn't give a four-X. Do not use this pub; there are plenty more in the area - and they're better.

This is a great pub, with a good selection of real ales that change often. The food is tipical for a city pub. It can get extremely busy especially on Fridays.

I like to pop on my tweed cap, bob down to The Blue Posts, order a pint of Timothy Taylor and pretend to be Madonna. Not that I don't have a life or anything - it's just what I like to do at The Blue Posts.