Sunday, 28 September 2008

Please go to the North Country Inn (an incantation)


I can't expect you to respond,

But please go to the North Country Inn.

The pub has solid walls and wooden window frames.

Please go to the North Country Inn.

The staff are friendly and the beer is in a cask, if you want it.

Please go to the North Country Inn.

I ate a cheeseburger there - and chips.

Please go to the North Country Inn.

The cheeseburger was good and better than the mean filth served up in those fast food places that make so much money; you know: lifeless formica hellpits copied from US suburbs, where it's always sunny, at least in the movies, not like here.

Please go to the North Country Inn, instead.

I can't expect you to comply,

But please go to the North Country Inn.

The furniture is pubby, not trendy trash from retail sheds, without history and memories of drink digressions and nicotine.

Please go to the North Country Inn.

You won't feel like a cog in a businessman's feeding game.

Not at the North Country Inn.

In a world of plastic windowframes, there is hope.

In a world of designer bars half-designed badly by bad half-blind maniacs,

I can't expect you to respond.

Please go to the North Country Inn.



THE NORTH COUNTRY INN, MERMAID WALK, BARNSTAPLE

ADAM'S ALE RATING: 3 OUT OF 5

DRINK THIS: OTTER ALE

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