The Victoria, Surbiton

Random stop as I spied the Youngs Winter Warmer amongst the pumps (three on in all). A shadow of the beer it once was and fairly lacklustre on the serve too (NBSS 2.5). Pub itself is a modern scrub-up (quite literally at the bar, which has been crudely sanded-back from its dark varnish) and isn’t much to write home about, the small snug bar excepted. The rather tidy-looking Gents sadly stank of piss and there was no soap. Zero reason to leave the Coronation, John Young must be shaking his ghostly fist at the idiots who let Youngs slide into the irrelevance it is today.