(06 Apr 2015, 7:19 pm)aureolin wrote It was the place to be. Small back room with the pool table. I always wonder how the bloke who had it, managed to keep it for so long. You could walk in and guarantee that neither yourself nor anyone else in the whole pub was 18!
Did you ever eat there?
Guaranteed to be selling Sunday dinner leftovers in some sort of concoction on a Monday...
Reheated/microwaved beef, in a stale bread bun just doesn't quite hit the spot