Pub Height Kitchen Tables
Pub Tables-A Class To An Otherwise Undefined Space
By Jennifer Akre
Many of us have them but we have no idea what they are or what to do with them-undefined spaces! In particular, the kitchen is one of those rooms in modern interior design schemes that has seemed to grow larger and larger in building plans. Architects have indeed added a great deal of space to the kitchen area but have often come up short when trying to assign additional functions to this added area. Stylish pub tables may be one possible solution for these "undefined spaces" and may provide you with a viable option when it comes to filling these areas with something useful and beautiful.
In a more traditional kitchen, perhaps one built at the end of the 19th century, there were areas known as "breakfast nooks". Certainly nothing fancy, these little spaces may have included a couple of built-in benches and a little table next to a window in one corner of the kitchen. These little nooks were not part of the "kitchen proper" as they tended to be located off to the side and almost in a little area all to themselves.
Modern kitchens still have these out-of-the-way places in the kitchen and they can be filled with lavish pub tables. Just as their name implies, these unique tables are often found in taverns or the bar area in many popular restaurants.
A classic pub table is often much higher than a traditional dining table and tends to have a very small top. You need to buy special chairs for these unusually high tables or you will find yourself reaching upwards when trying to get your drink! However, the elevated height of magnificent pub tables and use of special chairs helps to create a unique space that is separate from the kitchen aesthetically but still connected in function and proximity.
So, don't let that bare space in your kitchen remain undecorated for another year! Start surfing the web today and compare prices on elegant pub tables and their accompanying chairs. Even if you could find a traditional furniture retailer selling these unique tables, they would most likely offer fewer choices and higher prices when compared to online merchants who have lower overhead and an unlimited amount of display space. You are sure to find the perfect pub table for your otherwise undefined space and maybe even create a little sanctuary within your home to just sit back and enjoy a cup of tea once in a while!
December 23, 2010
3:11 pm
Would this Chandelier look good with a pub style height table?
My husband seems to be questioning my choice as he thinks it may not. We have an open concept kitchen/ dining room/ living room area with a dining nook.
Our main paint color is: http://www.benjaminmooreonline.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/5e06319eda06f020e43594a9c230972d/1/5/1575.jpg
With an accent wall on the fire place wall in this color: http://www.benjaminmooreonline.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/5e06319eda06f020e43594a9c230972d/2/3/2341.jpg
With a table similar to this: http://www1.thebrick.com/brickb2c/jsp/catalog/product.jsp?id=PORTPPK5&navAction=jump&navCount=7
And a chandelier similar to this: http://cdn2.overstock.com/images/products/P12133134.jpg
We have 9 foot ceilings so the height of the table to the chandelier doesnt concern me… I just don’t want it to seem out of place. Any opinions?
And these are our sofas:
http://www1.thebrick.com/brickb2c/jsp/catalog/product.jsp?id=SUMMER-S&navAction=jump&navCount=18
December 23, 2010
3:31 pm
Although the shade tones down the fussiness of the chandelier the style does not blend with the masculine colors and pub themed table.
Some style suggestions for you though
http://www.bonluxat.com/a/Jaime_Hayon_Josephine_Queen_Chandelier.html
http://common4.csnimages.com/lf/1/hash/453/985939/1/Pub%2B3%2BLight%2BChandelier%2Bin%2BOil%2BRubbed%2BBronze.jpg
http://autumnantiques.net/images/nov08/24lg.jpg
http://www.lamp-o-rama.com/files/3284009/uploaded/41021cropped%5B1%5D.jpg
http://megangalletly.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/sola-chandelier-by-niche-modern1.jpg
December 31, 2010
9:04 am
can i ask? how old r u?
December 31, 2010
8:09 pm
Writing a book- how do you think the start it? (be prepared to read lots!)?
Night fell on a cold April 21st in a town about seventeen miles south of the centre of Manchester. Adams walked into ‘Nakata’s Sushi Bar.’ The warm air from the sushi bar hit Adams in the face like a right hook from Mike Tyson. But it felt good. Three people had to barge past him to get in whilst he stood in the middle of the doorway for a few seconds, taking in the heater’s warm air.
He took his normal stool up at the bar. Same stool every Wednesday, everyweek for seven months. Adams had a good routine going. Monday, ‘Simon’s Deli,’ Tuesday, the snooker hall, Wednesday, the sushi bar, Thursday, ‘Gianni’s Pizza,’ Friday, the strip club, Saturday, ‘The Bull’s Horns’ pub, and Sunday, at home with a bottle of sloe gin.
‘Good evening Mr Adams, how are you this evening?’
The voice was a familiar one of the chef.
Adams nodded, ‘Good thanks.’
He was in no mood for banter with everyone today.
Ten minutes later he was digging into a mountain of Salmon Skin Rolls. They were okay, nothing special. The food had certainly gone downhill since he first visited back in October.
Across the room he noticed one of the three people that push past him at the entrance. Adams assumed they had all come together, but this man sat alone. Maybe he was waiting for somebody. He seemed ordinary, no distinctive features. He must have been in his early thirtys, short messy jet black hair, medium height, medium build. The man was dressed in a smart black shirt; three buttons undone, showing off a silver chain around his neck. Probably fake. His shoes and jeans matched the shirt and his hair, dark black. Adams noticed there was a two centimetre by two hole in the man’s jeans at the left knee. A bit odd he reckond, considering the smart-ish attire.
Adams did this scan in less than three seconds. No threat. None at all. Adams had done enough of these scans to conclude that. Then he turned back to his food and finished up his salmon skin rolls, contemplating his day whilst sipping on a cup of coffe. Black, one sugar, the same as always. His attention quickly turned back to the man across the room again. Twenty-three minutes had past since Adams had done his analysis of him. He realised that the man hadn’t ordered any food, but thought nothing of it. But now, thirty-three minutes after walking through the front door, he had company.
A woman, younger than him, most likely twenty-four or twenty-five. She was fairly pretty. Long curly blonde hair and green eyes, but way to much make-up for Adams liking. She wore a light blue dress that came down exactly half way between her waist and here knees. Black tights underneath and two inch high heels.
They sat for what Adams counted as forty seconds talking. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, no-one could. They obviously didn’t want anyone to know what they were saying. Maybe a private matter.
After a breif chat, the man left ten pounds on the table. Way to much for just a pint of bitter, but the rest was a sort of apology for waiting for half an hour and then leaving without odering any food on a fairly busy night. They left in single file. The girl first, then the man with the hole in his jeans.
Just another one of the hundreds of scenes Adams saw everyday. Five minutes later, Adams slapped fifteen quid down on the bar, gestured a goodbye to the staff and left, heading for home.
Usually he would have walked the journey, but the cold made his body force him ino the car. A 2001 Renault Laguna. Nothing special. It just blended into the surrounding area. Three minutes later he was home to his flat, if you could call it that. Adams lived in a two story flat behind a Chinease takeaway. But it had a nice sized lounge and kitchen upstairs and a couple of rooms and a bathroom downstairs, plus a garage built into the building. Everything Adams needed and a bit more. He walked in through the garage door and headed straight for the boiler to change the heating to continuous. It was at least minus one degree celcius outiside. Extremley cold for that time of year.
With that done, Adams kicked his shoes off, fixed himself a gin and tonic and fell back into his sofa, reading his book, sipping his drink. The book was called ‘Destiny’ by a bloke caled Chris Morter. It was a bit tacky, no where near the good books he had read, but he percivered for fourteen pages before he nodded off.
He woke at seven twenty in the morning, fairly late for him. A quick body check and he decided he didn’t need any more sleep and so he sat up on the sofa and tuned the tele to channel eighty-three, ‘Sky Sports News.’
The presenter was talking to a columnist about the previous evenings rugby. Adams did not care for rugby, so he left the Television on and decided to jump in the shower.
He emptied the pockets from the jeans he was still wearing from yesturday. Keys came out of the front right pocket, mobile from the front left pocket, wallet from the back left and loose change from the back