New Brat In Town *
Isn't great when a right dive of a pub gets a refurbishment and is tranformed into a really really nice boozer? Nice decor, nice furniture, nice choice of food, an excellent looking listings for future gigs (Subway Sect on Saturday night) and a half decent selection of beer (not too hot on the bitters or real ales and no wine by the bottle). Ladies and gentlemen, I give you ... ta ra, The Amersham Arms. A most impressive transformation for what was a real flea pit to a place which is great to go along at any time of day for a relaxing pint or two. And really nice people behind the bar. Well, that is, there were until Monday night!
Here I have been banging on to folks about how nice the Amersham is these days and that I couldn't wait to take JJ in there for a drink. Monday night sees us with our first real opportunity to do so. I go to the bar and I'm served by the most miserable and rude people I have ever had the misfortune to be served by in my 27 years of going to pubs. A truly hideous person. So it was drink drinks and leave and let me ponder whether I ever enter the place's doors again - apart from Saturday night, of course, if JJ fancies going to see Subway Sect! I really don't want to come across anyone like this in there again!
Labels: miserable fucker behind the bar