There’s a wise old saying, “never drink in a flat-roofed pub”: advice which I foolishly ignored yesterday. I had a beer at the Vikings, part of the Hungry Horse chain of crap pubs, in the suburbs of Goole. It was the only place open on a Monday which would be showing the cricket, so I watched the only boring session of a very exciting match. My foolishness extended to ordering a plate of nachos, slathered in glutinous sauces, which, in due course, my stomach rejected with the speed and ferocity of a scathing, one-star review on TripAdvisor.
Licenced today: not a Hungry Horse... but the Wild Boar Inn, near Bowness…
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