My first night in London, suitcase in hand walking from Wembley tube station to the flat my girlfriend had sorted
as I walked past The Connaught pub I thought 'Cool, a pub 100ft from my flat!'(just checked there and it's now called 'Speakeasy'). Just then the doors burst open and a bloke staggered out holding his head. I could hear the claret splatting onto the pavement before I saw it.

I kept walking and decided i'd find another local somewhere further away.

Edit:- Just realised the qotw is pubs you've been to and not pubs you've walked past. Still.
( sneep used to date Freddie Starr's hamster, Fri 7 Feb 2014, 17:25, Reply)