As it’s now been 4 months since I returned from England (and 6 months for Andrew), we decided it was high time we partake in one of our favorite British recreations: a night at the pub. My best friend, Amanda, had told me about a British pub in our neighborhood called the Horse Brass. Well, of course, we had to try it! A good drink and some fish n’ chips were in order.
It looked like an English pub, and, my nose was grateful to find, it smelled like an English pub. This may seem like a strange observation but, after all, scent is supposedly one of strongest memory triggers, so it makes sense (haha!) I remember the smell of pubs. It is the delicious aroma of beer + greasy food, and I love it.
The atmosphere was also reminiscent of the English living room: dark, yellow smoke stains on the walls, light fixtures glowing, too many people cramped happily together at wooden tables, laughing voices… We wandered around wondering where to sit for a few minutes, which actually made me smile, remembering similar experiences in England. But we finally settled at a little table and sat on the stools and looked at the stained, ripped, raggedy paper menus. Surprisingly, they had quite a bit of traditional English pub fare:
Fish n’ chips
Steak and kidney pie
Bangers and mash
And there’s more (check out the menu online). Andrew was excited to see they had brown sauce (yuck!), which is almost as bad as Marmite, in my opinion.
I’m happy to say the three of us enjoyed a fairly accurate English pub experience. We had great drinks and also shared awesome conversation, typical of English pubs. And the fish n’ chips was the best I’ve had since London.
For a brief while I was able to pretend I was in England again, but when we stepped outside all illusions were shattered when we saw this: