The Rake, London Bridge

Not sure about going to the Rake again. If I can believe my memory, barman scowled at me intimidatingly as I approached, made a harsh noise as of a vehicle changing gear the wrong way, then in short order wiped his nose on his sleeve, reached for a glass and wiped its rim with the same sleeve, then poured my beer in the same glass. I said thank you.

3 May 2014 14:09