The Sun, Maidstone

One endearing memory of this establishment I shall carry with me for many years was when, upon buying 2 pints of bitter, the delightful tatoo'd barkeep from beneath his low-set brow muttered the following unlikely phrase through his protruding lower jaw "I dunno how you can drink that shit. I like Lager.".

I am unsure of which business etiquette school he went to, but it is probably not one that Enterprise Inns should recommend to future tenants. I believe that the low rating (which appears to be plummeting by the hour) is a true reflection of this pub.

The previously mentioned early afternoon vomit tributary was the nail in a very leniant coffin as a post-work drink venue.

In essence - F*cking Shite.

25 Jul 2008 16:23