pubs

I had vowed not to return to these, but so much happens day-to-day in the miscellany of life that it seems a shame not to jot anything down. One change from previous format: nothing party political.  

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Worth returning just for this. In a pub in Kentish Town, tried out for the first time. Really a bar shoe-horned into a former proper pub. A search for at least one hand-pulled ale. There is one. Just one, the house bitter. Bar staff member (gender reference not appropriate) approaches:

'Two pints of bitter, please', I ask.

You know the picture: candles; low lighting; background muzak, possibly light classical. And tablecloths, preferably white - there just have to be tablecloths. The Maitre welcomes you, your coats are taken, and you are conducted to your table. Or perhaps you will have an aperitif in the bar, peruse the menu, choose your food, and then be brought to the table when the starter is ready.