The pub was situated pretty much on Piccadilly Circus and was very much aimed at tourists and theatre goers. The pub was fairly full given the fact that it was Sunday lunchtime and many of the tourists were tucking into our traditional British dish, no not Chicken Tikka Masalla, I'm referring of course to fish and chips.
There were a couple of ales on offer so I chose a Shepherd Neame Spitfire, Craig was on Heineken and both Shelley and Maria were on pints of Strongbow. Such is the price of beer in London that we barely flinched when we were asked to part with sixteen pounds and ninety five English pennies. Kitty's don't last long in London !!
By the time I was on pint two my hangover was a distant memory and I was debating with spelling and punctuation stickler Maria whether there should be an apostrophe or an extra s in the pub's name.
Confidence in my recovery however was misplaced and I hit what marathon runners would describe as 'the wall' two thirds of my way down pint number two. Mercifully we were sat near the door so I took a seat and embarrassingly excused myself from round number three.
I bravely battled my way to the bottom of my second pint and made the tactical decision that a change of drink was what was required and joined Craig on the Heineken. Hopefully this fact will not result in my membership of CAMRA being rescinded !!
I declared that I was back in the game when I polished off my pint relatively quickly and went back to enjoying myself in a venue that was good but not great.
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