Drink 4/5 (for care taken) Decor 2/4 Price 3/5 Atmosphere 3/5 Staff 5/5

Frosties, Tony the tiger’s and Tiggers are just a handful of the names locals use to describe this watering hole in Masons Hill, Bromley. In fact, I have never heard it called its full, official name of The Tiger’s Head aside from by nearby residents complaining about noise at night.

But, as I said back in 2003, anyone who lives near a busy town centre pub and expects peace and quiet must have rocks in their head.

It is a lot quieter than most of the boozers in the Bromley High Street area and, most importantly for me, there are pool tables.

These are an increasingly rare commodity in boozers in the News Shopper area but with several not being used when I visited you would be unlucky to turn up at The Tiger’s Head and not get a game within 20 minutes.

It is a shame there were more pool tables than real ales. I had to settle for Kronenbourg.

Settling for a lager was not too much of a misfortune in this case though because the barmaid seemed to care more about the pint than any pub staff member I have encountered for years. After she poured it into the glass the first time it appeared she was not happy with the amount of head on the drink.

She emptied a little bit out before topping the pint up and repeated this procedure about four times until she was satisfied.

It was almost the lager-pouring version of watching Gordon Ramsay although there was no swearing or tears and no risotto was binned for being too salty.

I wonder what the Michelin-starred chef would have thought of the decor because I spied quite a few horrific greenish pictures on the walls. Undoubtedly something had to be put up otherwise the long boozer would have been a very blank canvas.

Pictures of Tony the tiger would have been grrrrreat.