The best laid plans are thought up at the pub. The kind of ones that send you scrambling for a pen from behind the bar so you can scribble it down on a beer-soaked coaster to jolt the memory in the morning. The ones fuelled by little more than free-flowing jugs and boundless ambition.
- A pub was not a pub unless it had a bottle shop attached to it. In those days, this was common.
- A pub was not a pub unless it had seating inside for drinkers.
- A pub was not a pub unless it was open to the public, not a private club.
- Only one drink per pub.
“We had an idea, and we’re finally honouring it. Even a stupid idea has to be honoured.”
Could not possibly agree more.