Let me just say, everything you've imagined is true: dark, inviting rooms, locals teasing The Americans ("Give him the full pint of the rough cider, Jimmy"), cricket, fish & chips, old, friendly Englishmen exchanging daily banter - everything. And, just a block away from my flat, The Ram (soon to be, if not already, "my" pub) is no exception.
My experience:
Hard Cider. Delicious. (I got the lighter brew, and just 1/2 a pint, despite Jimmy...)
Beans on Toast. (My reasoning: cheap and decidedly English) Bartender (Julian, who's, sadly, currently ailing from a bad hand that a drunk tourist fell on) : "You come all the way from America for beans on toast?! WE make much better than that, love!" (in his growly, thick English accent - yes: love).
Champagne. Just an inch of the most beautiful tasting stuff I've ever had.
Grocery Shopping = 8 Americans carrying orange bags half a mile across town to our (slightly) out of the way bungalow (never much for standing out...).
Tea. Everyday. Every hour.
Growing basil and mint in the kitchen window.
Tomorrow - THE LIBRARY.
Will you ever come home??? : ) Sounds like a dream!
ReplyDeleteTEA EVERYDAY!!! haha loves it and misses u!!! Have some really good english tea with ur growing mint for me =) so jealous haha
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