Annie, Silvi and I spent yesterday morning at "church," of sorts:
Brit's Pub. We went to watch Manchester United lose to Arsenal in the last minutes of injury time, and to have the best breakfast eggs, hash and sausages in town. There are only a few other places around where you can find a good football match on a snowy Sunday morning, at least a place I feel comfortable taking my daughter.
Brit's is also the pub where - on their second-story outdoor patio - we caught the World Cup final this past summer.
A warm fire, some piping hot English tea, and lots of widescreen televisions. It's my definition of paradise on a cold winter's day.
Annie, Silvi and I spent yesterday morning at "church," of sorts: Brit's Pub. We went to watch Manchester United lose to Arsenal in the last minutes of injury time, and to have the best breakfast eggs, hash and sausages in town. There are only a few other places around where you can find a good football match on a snowy Sunday morning, at least a place I feel comfortable taking my daughter.
Brit's is also the pub where - on their second-story outdoor patio - we caught the World Cup final this past summer.
A warm fire, some piping hot English tea, and lots of widescreen televisions. It's my definition of paradise on a cold winter's day.
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