...is one where you are on first name terms with the landlord and staff;
where you can be barred for cheeking a barmaid (and go straight back in 23 hours later);
where the staff point and hoot when you sneak out the back for a fag (even though one of them is a 20-a-day woman);
where they play decent music and have the tellies turned down;
where the food is cheap and huge and tasty;
where you can regularly bump into friends;
where they have a Canoodle Corner where you can meet your lovely gurlfriend;
where you are tempted to stay at the bar for the chat;
and where the landlord brings a FREE BEER to your table.
That's the Jolly Judge, Torquay
6 comments:
Sure is a good pub. What is cheeking a barmaid exactly?
I've got one just like that, except for the free beer bit; I must have a quiet word with the landlord and show him your blog.
If only I had a local.
Quote from cheers:
'Hey Norm what's shaking?'
Norm: 'Everything'
Cheeking the Barmaid? I hope that isn't a colloquialism for buttock-tweaking, you cad!
Sounds great!!!!
A bit like Tan Hill and also like an old pub called The Fountain I used to frequent, but got turned into an old peoples home :[
I can't remember the last time we went to the pub. That's sad isn't it!?
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