Georgeous
Well, England scraped through to the round of 16 by the skin of their teeth, promising us all that a win over Ecuador would be nothing short of miraculous.
Still, it was an entertaining game at least, and, being played so late, it meant I was able to actually watch the game in a bar and drink at an hour reasonable to people who are not alcoholics.
I met up with a friend in the George and Dragon. The more astute of you might have picked up on the Enlgish theme of the name, which unsurprisingly extends to the whole 'pub'. Yes indeed, this is as English as things get in Phoenix, with Brits from seemingly every part of the UK coming out of the woodwork to skive work in the true British spirit. There were a LOT of us there.
But the British clientele quota is where all real similarities with British pubs end. Here are some of the features of the bar, which don't quite correlate with the pubs of Britty:
1. It's air-conditioned.
2. It has a more than reasonable selection of beer and ales - 50 on tap, indeed.
3. It has real pool-tables, not the pocket editions we're used to.
4. The juke box contains more British acts than Oasis and Queen.
5. Table service.
6. Fast bar service.
It's dingy but actually a pretty decent bar.
The lovely view outside of extensive roadworks in the searing heat
I sampled the bangers and mash, and am delighted to report that it's every bit as microwaved and delicious as in any J D Wetherspoon pub. You may also be delighted to know that there was the obligatory 60-year-old Indian-Cockney alcoholic there.
Anyway, after disappointment through a late equaliser, I was able to boost my spirits with Stella Artois, beat up a lady and then graffiti a car outside:
You ought to see what I did to the wall of the toilets...
Still, it was an entertaining game at least, and, being played so late, it meant I was able to actually watch the game in a bar and drink at an hour reasonable to people who are not alcoholics.
I met up with a friend in the George and Dragon. The more astute of you might have picked up on the Enlgish theme of the name, which unsurprisingly extends to the whole 'pub'. Yes indeed, this is as English as things get in Phoenix, with Brits from seemingly every part of the UK coming out of the woodwork to skive work in the true British spirit. There were a LOT of us there.
But the British clientele quota is where all real similarities with British pubs end. Here are some of the features of the bar, which don't quite correlate with the pubs of Britty:
1. It's air-conditioned.
2. It has a more than reasonable selection of beer and ales - 50 on tap, indeed.
3. It has real pool-tables, not the pocket editions we're used to.
4. The juke box contains more British acts than Oasis and Queen.
5. Table service.
6. Fast bar service.
It's dingy but actually a pretty decent bar.
The lovely view outside of extensive roadworks in the searing heat
I sampled the bangers and mash, and am delighted to report that it's every bit as microwaved and delicious as in any J D Wetherspoon pub. You may also be delighted to know that there was the obligatory 60-year-old Indian-Cockney alcoholic there.
Anyway, after disappointment through a late equaliser, I was able to boost my spirits with Stella Artois, beat up a lady and then graffiti a car outside:
You ought to see what I did to the wall of the toilets...
posted by JS at 5:12 PM
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Darling. I am concerned that some of your people, some of your friends and family who have never visited Arizona, might think that all of AZ looks like the George & Dragon. It doesn't - some of it looks like this: http://www.goarinvestigations.com/images/phoenix-skyline.GIF. And this: http://www.mustseephoenix.com/attractions/papago-park.jpg. But some of it also looks like this: http://caplter.asu.edu/home/symposia/symp2001/HopeModelingN/haze.jpg. Anyway.
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Sorry for all the deleted posts... I'm having problems over here.
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