The Audley

Just to remind you of the Audey, here is what they say about themselves:

This immaculate late Victorian pub fits perfectly into classy Mayfair. The exterior is clad in pretty pale pink terracotta tiles, its large arched windows in turned hardwood frames, are decorated with window boxes of vibrant flowers and tumbling ivy. Inside it is immaculate, more like a gentlemen's club than a pub, with dark wooden panelled walls, highly polished hardwood fittings and some delicate carving.

We went there for lunch with Greg.
Original crystal chandeliers hang beneath an ornate plaster ceiling. A long hardwood bar counter serves the two bar areas; one provides ample seating and tables for diners. The other has a series of U-shaped leather benches which run along the exterior wall. The screens that separate them once extended to the bar, dividing it into several small booths.



The four of us met Greg for lunch at the pub that is around the corner from his work. We mocked the space where we were to meet all of the way over there. Previously Wyona and I had to meet Greg there and we had to take a taxi to make it there on time. Unfortunately the taxi driver could not understand where we were going.

“The Audley. The Audley. Near Barley Square. You know, Barkley Square, near the Canadian Embassy. The Audley. A pub.”

Nothing Wyona said would turn on the lights for him and the taxi was not ye could get his pointed in the right direction. When the penny dropped for him he said, “Oh,you mean the ohohohdley, the ohohohodley at baaakley squaae.”