A Right Royal Knees-Up
26th - 29th April 2016
The carpet in The Cobbler’s Awls is a magic eye of bygone spills, burns and bloody noses, unchanged for as long as anyone can remember. With its nicotine stained ceiling and its signature odour of stale beer, The Awls is a toothless, chain-smoking granddad of a pub. That is, when it’s empty.
It’s the locals that make it what it is, and you - Bow belles and Spitalfields sparrows - are just about to join them for a night to remember…