Ye Olde Mitre Inne, Barnet

Nasty Scottish manager in tonight, a real glimpse of the old days when it came to leaving time and the necessary trip to the men's room. If a stranger spoke to me like that in the street it would be beyond rude. Having been in Barnet for a year now I was beginning to feel welcome in this pub, and have been inviting my Ale-drinking friends to journey north to it, but after that talking to, by a surly, bitter, aggressive little man but minutes after 20 past, I will never invite my guests here again. AND there is no sign above the door to indicate who the licensee is, so I am struggling to complain to the owner.
PS. Those aren't log fires, they're gas - you can tell by the blue flames.

21 Jan 2011 01:21