Eldon House

Fantastic Sunday lunch and good beer

A very average Pub, if it wasn’t in such a nice area of Bristol you could imagine that it would have been taken over by some not very nice types.
All in all it makes for a quiet haven from the busy bustling Bristol, with a Menu consisting of some pretty decent Pub grub you can soon think that you have found yourself in a village pub rather than a city safe house.
Some over pirced alcohols are on offer, I don’t begrudge them though because the whole place has a very freindly vibe, something that money can’t buy.

Bit of a fusty old peoples pub this one. Don’t get me wrong, I like to be able to hear myself think when I have a drink and not have my drink spilled over me. However, what I don’t enjoy is the judging eyes of the local clientèle when I come here and generally feeling like I should be behaving myself a bit better.
If you’re a beer aficionado you may well take a better view of this place. The range of real ales is extensive and often changing. The food’s decent too, not quite gastropub standards but excellent nonetheless.
Perhaps I’m being a bit harsh on the Eldon House then. It’s good at what it wants to be good at and if you don’t come here expecting a rave, then you may well be very pleased to somewhere with polite service, a civilised atmosphere, and peace and quiet.

We popped into this pub for a swift drink before heading off to a halloween party nearby. In the lovely light bar, recently decorated in sage green and cream with stripped floorboards, they’d made a bit of an effort for the night. Wolves hands grabbed the taps and a few discrete skull masked line the optics behind the bar.
The clientele were unprepared for the zombie, cat and littlle dead riding hood who descended upon their local (myself and friends) and didn’t appear to have much of a sense of humour about it. Anyway, the beer and cider selection was excellent — Bath Ales among them and gin and tonic is good wherever you go (pretty much) so no complaints there. I glanced at the menu — very standard — baguettes and chips, that sort of grub.
In the corner a bunch of noisy twenty somethings seemed at odds with the rest of the middle aged drinkers (although to be honest the whole place was empty — odd for 9.30pm on a Saturday night). And they were ordering bottles of champagne on ice! It doesn’t really seem like the place, but each to their own.
My one real complaint, apart from the quiet and slighly odd atmosphere, was the toilet. Don’t get me wrong, it was clean and nicely painted walls. But there is one cubicle in the ladies which faces out into a lounge part of the bar. It was so close to the bar that it was rather disconcerting hearing people talking and drinking whilst taking a pee! Also, the glass in the toilet door isn’t frosted, so they have just draped a piece of thin voile over the window. It is still a bit see-​through. Sort it out, us ladies need our privacy!
So we left, zombie, cat and little dead riding hood… slightly less sober, a tiny bit more embarrassed out into the halloween night…