A group of friends turned a wreck with no ceiling into a much-loved north London local just make sure to have lots of gravy
A few streets away from Camden Towns main drag, tucked away in a quiet residential street, is the Colonel Fawcett. Its run by three twentysomething friends: Ross Grady, Angus Stevenson and Crusoe Millar, who quit their jobs as music promoters and recruitment consultants in 2011 to buy the pub, which dates from the early 19th century (Fawcett was a real colonel, who died after the last recorded duel in Britain, which took place not far away on Camden Road). The place was falling apart: part of the ceiling had collapsed and the spiral staircase, now a feature, was condemned, says Grady. But we could see the potential.
They managed to do most of the work themselves, fulfilling their dream of creating a hangout for locals that happened to serve excellent food, with an emphasis on a great Sunday roast, something the trio thought was lacking in the capital. Were not a gastropub, were a boozer that does good food, explains Grady.
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