In the last week or so, the tech blogs have been filled with responses to Amy Chua’s article, “Why Chinese Mothers Are Superior”. Strange place to find this article and responses to it, no? I thought so. Maybe techies have a special affinity for their moms :). Anyway, I found the whole argument and counter argument quite interesting. I’ve collected all the articles I’ve read on the topic so far and I’m posting links to them here. be warned though, the WSJ links will probably expire soon.
http://is.gd/NVkRCS – The original WSJ article
http://is.gd/M1e75O – A rebuttal on TechCrunch
http://is.gd/GTuvLk – Vivek Wadhwa in BusinessWeek (not a direct rebuttal, but along the lines..)
http://is.gd/EBHtEi – A defence of Western moms in the WSJ
http://is.gd/EDeHCP – Probably my favourite riposte
My own thoughts on the topic? Every mother does her honest best for her children. What the child achieves at end of the day is a combination of luck and hard work (or nature and nurture). If a combination of the right incentives are present, it doesn’t really matter if the mother of a child is Chinese, American, Indian, or British. The child will be successful, regardless.
The Gun in Canary Wharf is hard to find. A 15 minute walk from the tube station, this gastropub can easily be mistaken for a low-key local. But when you step in, you’re greeted by a very nicely decorated, restored interior and a dining room with white linen tablecloths that adds the “gastro” to the pub.
There wasn’t much in the way of a selection of ales – London Pride and Adnams Bitter. A range of imported lagers and expensive looking wines complemented the selection.
The lunch menu is extensive, but as usual there was only 1 vegetarian option for starters and the main course. The starter, a goat cheese, potato, olive and pine nut bake, was excellent. It matched the Adnams Bitter (£3.30) very nicely. The hand cut fries were also excellent, but the main dish, a mushroom and chestnut wellington, was good but not £12.75 good.
According to the interwebs, The Gun has some interesting history to it: It was originally a favourite of Lord Horatio Nelson who would meet his lover in an upstairs room and popular with smugglers who would distribute illegal imports via a hidden tunnel. As a tribute (I suppose) the door to the men’s room has the word “Horatio” painted on it.
Overall, a very interesting experience for a first visit to a gastropub, but not a place I want to revisit.
So after a 3 weeks break over Christmas, my first 100-pub visit in 2011 was the Island Queen is Islington. That is not to say I didn’t consumerany adult-beverages or visit any boozer establishments over the holidays. But The Island Queen was the first blog-worthy pub.
I wasn’t intending it to be a pub visit night, or a pub visit week for that matter. But when Prem called and said we should grab a beer, and said he knew a place I would love, I couldn’t say no.
Like many of the best historic pubs in London, The Island Queen seems to be recently restored and it has a certain period boozer charm. A few chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, floor-to-ceiling windows up front, and plenty of dark wood gives this place plenty of personality.
I had two pints, the first a decent dark porter called Black Horse Porter from the White Horse brewery. The taste of this porter is superb, rich roasted malts give real depth and body to the beer whilst there is a nice hint of dark fruits which add a little tartness without making the beer in anyway fruity or overly sweet. There is a long dry finish and a really surprising kick of hops which really makes this porter sin. The other was Czech beer called Kozel, a fine lager that will go well with masala peanuts (now only if I can find a place that server both). The two pints ran me about £6, and the walk to The Island Queen was a little wet. A perfect way to begin the new year for a beer drinker in London!
Princess Louise on High Holborn has to be the most unique pub I’ve ever come across. The layout has to be seen to be fully comprehended. The front of the pub has 4 doors that lead to 6 or 7 different bar areas, which are actually “booths” surrounded by intricate etched glass and painted tiles. In the middle is a long, island bar that is surrounded by another bar that separates customers from bar-tenders. I’m guessing the separation probably has something to do with social barriers in Victorian London.
The only beer available here is Sam Smith, which many reviews on the web call mediocre, but I call it snooty reviewers dissing inexpensive beer. The £1.99 Old Brewery Bitter is decent, and the £2.41 Sam Smith Stout is fantastic. A light aroma of roasted malts and just a hint of chocolate blended in makes this a supremely drinkable beer.
I got here around 5pm on a Friday evening, perhaps the worst time to visit this pub, since it’s located on the busy High Holborn. The pub was pretty full when I got there and only got fuller by 6:30. If I revisit this pub, it will have to be on an slow afternoon where I can enjoy a few quiet hours tasting beers and enjoying conversations.
I figured I should spend a little more time visiting pubs in the local area. Also, I’m lazy and don’t want to spend £4-5 to travel to a pub in other parts of London. So these excuses, and the fact that I was walking by it on the way home, compelled me to stop at The Famous Cock. The pub is on the corner of Holloway Road and Upper St, right by the Highbury & Islington Underground station. I’ve walked by it several times and always peered in cautiously. A sign about a beer garden in the back seemed inviting, but it is very obviously a home for football (Arsenal) fans, as the pub is always advertising upcoming games.
It was a rare sunny Wednesday afternoon in London and I was walking back home from Angel and I stopped in at a whim. The pub was calm, because of the lack of a football game that day and the fact that it was about 330pm in the middle of the week. Some easy, adult contemporary rock music was playing from the jukebox and the few flat-screen TVs were tuned to Sky Sports. There was just a single bar man attending to about a dozen people bar tabs, serving food, clearing up, and generally looking over worked!
There selection of beers included a pretty generic British ales and the imports. I got a pint of Young’s bitter for £3.45, so the places isn’t cheap. But it is fine local establishment to visit, when nothing exciting is going on.