Just a short one this time. The OC, as it is known affectionately by at least some of its locals, is a spankingly-restored Victorian bordello of a pub drawing in workers from the surrounding offices.
The luxurious surroundings would more suited to the spoilt American teens of the TV show with which it shares its name (ask your kids) than the “contemptible” band of World War I Tommies that it gets the title from.
It's smarter than the average pub with sparkling brasswork, decadent drapes and a respectable selection of ales to go with the fancy-dan lagers that crowd out the bar.
Unfortunately the only really contemptible thing about the visit is a severely dodgy pint of Black Sheep: sour with a flocculent coating of foam masquerading as a head.
It put a teeth-clenching crimp on what should have been a top-notch post-work drink or three. It shows the mistake of ordering beer off a blackboard when there's no sign of a hand pump – is there a secret one in the back?
But maybe it's a one off? Hopefully a future visit will straighten things out...