It took ages to get served at the Last Plantagenet but I still had plenty of time when I got to the station because my train was delayed. The station guy at the gate told me that The Parcel Yard, next door, had a departures monitor and I can’t thank him enough for the recommendation.
I had applied for tickets to the gala premier of the new season of Peaky Blinders in Birmingham but wasn’t lucky this time around. Thinking, as I was of this and my Academic Origin Story back in Georgia (“the Peach State”), I opted for what should have been a foul brew, the Peachy Blinders. Instead, it was lovely, soothing, and moreish.
Can’t really get enough of this venue, either. Much better inside than it looks from without:
Endless British Pub Crawl (Part 3) 