If the Brits did one thing right, it was a pub. From decadence to sticky, wood floors, sports and historic pubs built into the rock, they have mastered the art of a cold pint and a top atmosphere.
I made it my goal to visit one pub (or three…) a day while I was in England. Some people gaze in wonder at Big Ben and I gaze in wonder at the bottom of a pint glass.
There truly is nothing better than a refreshing beverage and the company of unruly English yelling at the football match. They are what truly makes these pubs brilliant, British humour is the best humour.
But many of these pubs are ridden with history and hundreds of years old. It’s like walking back in time and sitting next to an open fire with a pint and a homemade meal.
A common theme among a few pubs and prisones was the ritual of giving a prisoner one last beer before they dropped in the noose. The Last Drop Inn in York is a classic example. Least they sent them off with a beer in their belly…