There’s a great irony about the Sunday dinner pub, (which I neglected to mention when I blogged about Sunday dinner pubs. It’s that even the dinner, Sunday or otherwise, is usually shit. But today my in-laws took me to the Speckled Hen in St Albans for lunch, and it was great. A sort of bean … Continue reading
They’re big, they’re bland, they can destroy your will to live, and they’re opening everywhere. Could the real future of the British boozer be the living hell that is… the Sunday dinner pub? Continue reading