The Stonemason’s Arms

Stephen and I met up with some friends for a drink on Thursday night in Hammersmith and, since we were the most local, we got to choose the venue. The plan was to “go for a few drinks” but I’m far too old for just drinking these days and, knowing that I would need to eat at some point, I suggested the Stonemason’s Arms. We’ve eaten here a few times and while the food isn’t amazing, it’s pretty good and certainly one of the better offerings in the area.

Luckily, I didn’t have to wait too long before the boys mentioned they were hungry. I swiftly whipped out the menus and we set about deciding what to eat. It was then that Menu Blindness struck me and I knew I was going to have the hamburger. I could smell pork belly and I knew it would be good (I’ve had it there before) but, having spotted the burger my fate was sealed. The friend to the right of me asked me what I was going to have and I said “burger”, at which point he declared that now he had seen the burger, he couldn’t see anything else on the menu. This pattern continued all the way around the table until I found myself ordering four burgers from the waiter.

They weren’t the finest burgers any of us had ever eaten but they were just what we were after. Even the ridiculously large chips were pretty good.