The British Pub Experience

So I was last in the UK almost a year ago:

Bags Packed, Boots Shined, Ready to Roll!

visiting my family, celebrating my Mum’s 80th and my 25th Wedding Anniversary with my good lady wife.

We had a great time, but the moments of sheer joy on my face were the evenings I took my wife to the different pubs I used to visit over thirty years ago:

London Pubs

When I walk into a British Pub my whole face lights up.  My wife commented on it a few times.  It is not because I’m getting drunk, but I’m sure that helps, but there is just something very comforting sitting in a British Pub.  The excitement of trying out a new draft beer, the banter with the bar staff, finding the perfect spot to view the bar and the beers, and if you’re really lucky choosing some quality music on the jukebox.  I love it all.