There once was a Yank named LaurelWith her waistband began to quarrel
She wondered the reason
Yet t’was travel season
And her fondness for pub food was royal.
We are discovering the wonders of the true English Pub. We’ve been to imitations in the U.S. – but they are not the same animal at all.
|The Royal Standard of England, |
Order your pub lunch and a beverage at the bar, and find a table in a cozy corner, near a fireplace to ward off the damp and chill. Your meal will be delivered to you, while you chat up your chums. Take your time. Have a pint or two. I recommend the pear cider. While away the afternoon.
Well, I’m off for an English breakfast, with some toast, poached eggs, cheese, and beans. It’s time to begin planning today’s foray into the countryside and to target our next pub lunch.
|"Tasting" a pear cider and a local ale.|