Swear to god the names of pubs were sent to test my nerves. You expect me to remember what The Hope & Crown or The Dog & Horses or The Duke of fucking any county at all are? And everybody just keeps a mental map of all pubs?? I'm supposed to just know??? I can and will blame straight men for this
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The Shredding Goose.
The owner had wanted a Spanish menu; with shredded goose. He tried to shred 5 live geese in his shed. Mind you, that was the widow's story. There was a big wood shredder in the shed.
Me (with a thin, crisp smile): "Lovely, which one is that again"
Them: "You know... that nice one with the board games... bit of a real ale vibe"
Me (crying): "Yes! See you there, at this pub I know well"
Now it's The Good Reader
Then it changed its name to J-cubed. Which was not fine as I HAVE SOME DIGNITY.