Ye Olde Rose And Crown Theatre is a living, breathing, pint-swilling creature. It’s not fancy. It’s not clean. It’s not even well-lit. But it’s full of heart. And weirdos. And maybe a scone aimed at your head.
So next time you’re in Walthamstow—or even if you’re not—make the trip. Grab a drink. Find a seat. Let the weirdness wash over you. You’ll leave feeling like you’ve had an adventure, which is more than I can say for most Tuesday nights.
And if you see a guy crying over a puppet, buy him a pint. He’s earned it.
