Don’t get me wrong, I found the DYT friendly and comfortable to hang out in but most of the regulars looked like they would fuck you up in a heartbeat if you crossed them. And, they weren’t all (or even most of them) drinkers with a table full of the hardest folk I’ve seen in awhile sipping daintily at soft drinks.
Food smelled really good, too. Off the beaten path, if you fancy a snack.
Endless British Pub Crawl (Part 3) 