I am on a pilgrimage to visit the house my Grandpa Ovans called home as a boy. Along the way, I felt it necessary to stop for some refreshment at this classic.
The interior was very nice. I sat in a bay window with a view out over Abbey Road. No sign of the Beatles, however.
Feeling very much like a Yorkshire man, I drank a Yorkshire Pride, brewed by Acorn of Barnsley, England. It was quite aromatic and yummy.