Visiting on a Saturday, my date and I took a long Loooong walk around the countryside(try about 9 miles, ya’ll) and decided to reward ourselves with a quick drink before heading back to London. He ordered a pint, I ordered a bloody mary. Cue my exit stage left to use the toliet. Upon my return, the bartender grinned at me and said ‘You’ll never guess the secret ingredient.‘ Now, I’m all for innovative cocktails, so I gamely took a giant swig. My bloody mary… my beautiful, spicy, salty bloody mary… was sweet. Disgustingly sweet. I nearly spit it out. Raising my eyebrow in a most sarah-like fashion, I ask him what exactly is in my drink. ‘Tia Maria… it’s the special ingredient.‘ I’m sorry, but a) I didn’t give permission for you to mess with my drink and b) WHOTHINKSTIAMARIAIS A GOODIDEAIN A BLOODYMARY? I shan’t be going to a pub that clearly doesn’t have a taste for mixing spirits. Just bad judgement.
Steveh
Tu valoración: 4 Knebworth, United Kingdom
French food, good service, converted pub, easy parking, rural location, overall excellent.