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My First Punk
We wheeled up the high street from the car park, and into the little lodge in a nondescript town north of London—not quite Cambridge but nearly there. We stashed our bags upstairs after the proprietor/barman showed us the secret door to the lodgings. The pub on the street felt bright and airy—a cheerful place to…
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Pubs: My First Real Pint
Pubs in England showed one face to me at first contact, like the “oldest pub in Oxford” where I went back in 2009–that had to be authentic, right? With its low ceilings and timbers so shellacked over the years by smoke and skin and paint to the point they looked plastic. We had ducked our…
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Cider in Mayfair
Needing to stay in Town for a meeting at the Royal Aeronautical Society, you do well to find anything reasonable in Mayfair, but as I’d never been…the Holiday Inn saved me once again. In the U.S., the HI is where you’re most likely to find your dogs welcome. Abroad in the world, they’ve proved a…