Black Boy, Bury St Edmunds

Well...I am I have not a good word to say about these people...but bearing in mind the reviews policy, I will try to be careful with my language.
Right from the off I got a funny attitude form the Landlord. At first I thought I was imagining it. As I meandered around with my pint of guinness trying to find a quiet place to study my book, He blocked my path and asked me what it was that I wanted.
I have to be honest at this point and admit that I was, horror of horrors...a bit scruffy. I had a beard and wore an ex- army coat and, as so as far as he was concerned, definitely not the class of clientle he wanted in his nice posh pub.
And as I was drifting periously close to the restuarant area, it is totally understandable that that he had no choice but to act and protect the nice respectable people eating their food. I mean...I could have been, god forbid...homeless!
I sat at a table with a pint of guinness, in the quietest spot I could find, and he gave me some rather nasty looks across the bar which I ignored.
Finally the landlady, who was charm itself, told me If I wasn't going to buy another drink I had to leave. I had been in the pub 50minutes.

As I understand it, a pub is a place where you can while away an hour (or two) regardless of what you spend, and expect to be treated with respect.
This is not a real pub. Both the Landlord and landlady are (in my experience)
be extremely unpleasent. Unless of course...if you have a lot of money.

Advoid at all costs

21 Dec 2010 17:10