Steve and I tried out one of our new neighborhood pubs last Friday. It was quite good – traditional pub menu in an old half-timbered pub with a friendly barmaid.
Bonus is that we made a dent in our Christmas shopping. As I was standing at the bar, waiting for my drink, i was looking at the local brochures on the end of the bar. Then, looking through a bin of charity lapel pins I found the perfect one for my uncle Rick. I put my pound in the box and brought the pin home. He’ll have to wait until Christmas for it though.