It’s a bit of a concrete hideaway. We haven’t booked, but we’re
led to a large booth at the back of the pub. It’s tall and green and there’s a
screen hovering above us showing cartoons. There’s a playground on the other
side of the wall that stretches around to the front, but the kids aren’t
interested too much because we’ve just come from one. Instead, they turn their
attention to the menu. Once we’ve worked out who wants what, my brother and I head
to the bar. I choose a cider since there’s no real ale available. I’m not
convinced that she’s taken my menu option right. The bill seems quite cheap
considering that there’s six of us. There’s a work colleague of mine in the next
booth and she stops by on the way back from the bar to say hello. The kids go
for a pudding but there’s nothing there to inspire me.
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