The site we originally laid our roots on, Blackheath is a true haven amidst a hectic city. You would be forgiven for believing yourself somewhere in the English countryside whilst strolling on the grassy stretches of the heath. Save for the glinting steel of the City’s skyscrapers spilling over the horizon, it can feel hard to believe you are in the middle of the capital. Let us give you some history and paint a picture of why you should come visit our restaurant and bar Blackheath.
Beauty and the Black Death…
The open green spaces are just one reason we chose this place for our first bar. Blackheath is also steeped in history. In 1166 the name was recorded as Blachehedfeld, which means ‘dark coloured heathland’, its Old English name refers to the open space where the ‘ancient hundred of Blackheath’ met. One of the more morbid urban myths associated with the naming of Blackheath is the 1665 Plague; Blackheath was thought to have been used as a burial pit for victims of the Black Death, with roots going all the way back to the medieval period. Blackheath council now vehemently deny this macabre etymology, which is fair enough as who would want to be associated with an enormous medieval grave?
Bar Blackheath – Zerodegrees
Fortunately we at Zerodegrees see the beauty in all things, and here at our original location the beauty is not hard to find. Our bar Blackheath provide respite from the chaos of the capital, and we feel there are few joys more simple and glorious than a quiet stroll across the heath, maybe on your own, maybe with a friend or loved one, whilst taking in the green space so absent in much of central London. Smelling that unforgettable scent of grass, you can sit in a quiet spot, pondering on the many people who have done this outing for centuries, and snooze in the pale, late afternoon sun. Afterwards, wander past the church and up to Zerodegrees where we’ll be waiting with a tall, cool pint of your favourite craft beer. Take a seat outside and watch the Blackheath residents going about their daily tasks, as they have done for centuries, and feel lucky to find yourself in a little bubble of tranquillity within the bedlam.