That is, until we moved to this small and quaint woodland town where I have always dreamed of living, and now can. What I am calling a Pub just now is actually a micro-brewery with elements of Pub. The place is Pub-ish. In it you will find a cheery fire, good food and drinks, a pool table, comfy chairs, and I think you would even find a dart board there somewhere.
The Black Bull was then, and still remains, our Summit in Pub life memory. We highly value the presence of the cheery fire; the bar area where you can squeeze between stools to stand and place your order (above the din); the barman who seems always to be smiling and chatting comfortably with the patrons, who are of course laughing loudly and HAVING A GREAT TIME; the fact that you are never hurried out, never ignored, never treated like a stranger; the fish and chips you always order because they are always the best.
The truth is, when you want a relaxing evening, an evening filled with friendly laughter, music, and strangers who might soon become friends, what you really want is a Pub. Find one - if you can!
See you along the way!
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