Pubs are one of the great joys of living in England. There is so much to love about them!
The fact that people consider it sacrilegious to serve beer in anything other than the glass specially made for it:
and last but not least, pub food. Which can range from gross and greasy to free-range, organic, and locally-sourced if you are in the right gastropub:
One image not included in the above montage is evidence of the most unsuitable nachos you will ever eat in your life. Think doritoes covered with burnt cheese and salsa out of a can. So nasty I refuse to order them even to get a picture for this blog.
Many a life-altering conversation has been had in their hallowed booths, many sorrows drowned, many revolutions planned, and many a Labour Government formed and ended. There is just something comforting in knowing you are drinking a pint in the same place that people have been drinking pints for hundreds of years. You can easily find pubs that were built in the 17th century, or ones that were opened just last week. Anything to suit your taste. On that note, I’m off to go find one…