With a bit of daylight remaining on my return trip from renting a house in Birmingham, I opted to break the journey in Rugby since I have never been there before. Pretty standard British town, it reminded me a lot of Swindon.
On the way up the hill from the Station to the Wheeltapper, I caught a whiff of the Extra Fish Bar and came to realise I hadn’t eaten all day. The piece of cod I got was perfect, meaty, succulent, and better than I ever deserve. Yum.
Endless British Pub Crawl (Part 3) 
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