He’s got one of those forgettable faces. You wouldn’t know him if you passed him in the street, and if you showed up on his turf again, it would take you a while to work out what his role is. He might be the man behind the scenes that makes the magic happen. He’d wear a black shirt and probably wore glasses. He could be the chef or he’s the one changing the barrels. And they had quite long lines which meant the beer quality wasn’t always the best. But for a while, it felt like a proper pub. They had events and festivals. It was somewhere that you could go for just a drink. Then the chains took over and made it restaurant only. You couldn’t sit in and enjoy the grounds without splashing out. And you can’t even see the original character of the building any more. You’re just shown straight to a table.
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