When you walk in to a pub and see nearly 20 people sitting at one table, fifteen at another, and ten at the only other table in the back, you begin to think to yourself, "My, this is a popular place for the masses." After about an hour and two pints of cider later, not a single person has moved or shows any intention of moving; this is when you start to ask yourself, "What the hell are these people talking about for hours? And why do they keep ordering cheese and bread?"
I drew the necessary conclusions and came to this biased truth: pubs are simply books clubs that you can get drunk at. There can't be anything else worth discussing for that long with that obscene amount of people. Why else would anyone consume so much cheese and bread? I couldn't find any other explanation.
Yet, this was just one pub, so I figured I shouldn't make it a stereotype without going to another one to verify. The second pub both discredited and supported my theory. Downstairs there were plenty of small groups of various ages, races, and genders talking about a variety of social conversation topics. Upstairs, however, there was another large group (quite intoxicated as well) discussing something very intently and with vehement punctuation.
So I'm still not sure if my theory is credible or not just yet. If it is though, I might have to go to pubs more often. Intellectual discussions about literature housed in a pub with ample amounts of cheese and bread? Now that's brilliant.
London Love, Kristen
PS- Also, the old men reminiscing their war stories and debating politics from the 1960s is absolutely adorable, and they are slowly becoming my favorite part of London.
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