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It looked liked a typical local’s pub from the outside. Inside, it was a local’s pub, with a pool table and lounge TV area in the front; together with a second pool table and a conservatory at the end of the corridor; and a jukebox on the side opposite the toilets. And the bar was massive. But in pride of place right by the entrance were four real ales. Granted, it was a Marstons pub with only Marstons beers; even though it wasn't evident from the outside. The beer I opted for was called Flyer; one of the brewery’s Rugby specials; and it was in superb condition. They had really gone to great lengths in taking pride in looking after their ale, and even though it was a busy afternoon the licensee made a special effort to come over and say hello. I hope that more local people will appreciate it in the years to come.
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