Days in the Life

May 12, 2003

a view of the wood, brass and glass inside the Devonshire Arms pub... a patron waits while the bar maid fills his draught
Pub Food... There comes a time in the eleventh hour of urban wandering when food, drink and rest become the most urgent priority, well above the quality of the cuisine or any desire to try a particular Lonely-Planet-suggested venue. And perhaps as part of the nature of solo travel, I've eaten relatively few real meals, and only one or two in places that might be considered anything but utilitarian. Combining immediate need with a desire for something 'native' for my final dinner in London, a two-hundred-year-old establishment passed on the way to someplace else seemed somehow appropriate... and to go with the setting, fish and chips with a draught of Guiness. Gastronomically, it wasn't terribly exciting, but somehow it seemed quite right.

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