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Would you make it so that you weren't allowed in without a shirt and tie, or no dress code whatsoever?
What drinks would you serve/specialise in? What drinks would you never, ever serve, under pain of death?
Alt: Least favourite teacher at School, and why?
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:24, 129 replies, latest was 14 years ago)
Smart dress, tie and jacket essential and we would specialise in gin.
Alt: Mr. Christie the Warden, he hated me and I hated him
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:26, Reply)
Really good simple food, small menu that changes regularly, like 4-5 mains 2-3 desserts and a few sharing platter things.
I'd try to get rid of cocktails or anything more complicated than spirit/mixer.
I'd have it so you can buy a fridge full of beer for the table, then whatever you don't drink gets refunded to you.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:28, Reply)
Apart from the bit about the food being good.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:30, Reply)
I think getting rid of Jaeger bombs and jugs of cocktails will keep a lot of the scum away.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:31, Reply)
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:32, Reply)
not just sticky floors and vomit in the urinal
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:35, Reply)
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(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:39, Reply)
I'm not Lord of the Manor or anything
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:44, Reply)
I would pay for it though
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:46, Reply)
This is why I hate myself when I go in a Wetherspoons. It makes me feel a bit dirty.
3 or 4 times a year I will go in one for a Large Mixed Grill or a breakfast.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:46, Reply)
But it's a larged mixed grill with a drink for £8.50, not exactly going to complain.
Then again, there's another pub that does the best lamb I've ever had outside the home for £8.50 too, hmmm
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:51, Reply)
Saturday, however, is a different matter. They also do rather excellent pints of Peroni in there.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:59, Reply)
See also chinky load up.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 12:01, Reply)
No more cunts than any other pub chain.
I don't mind the TV's on either, and pub toilets are pub toilets.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:34, Reply)
but surely you can muster a little more taste than these posts suggest?
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:36, Reply)
But classing 100+ different pubs as "scummy" is fucking moronic.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:39, Reply)
Wet5herspoons are aimed at the dregs of society and are therefore nasty, souless pits of despair
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:43, Reply)
in an nice old pub, with original fittings. Than the 'Ferry style' wetherspoons full of drunks and losers
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:47, Reply)
Running pubs outside of freeholds is a mugs game
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:49, Reply)
Some are, but there are genuinely some nice ones. Compare the flea pit that is the one on Balham High Road to the The Prior John in Bridlington.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:48, Reply)
and while sober, I probably do.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:52, Reply)
No kids allowed.
Free minibus taking locals home when shitfaced.
Decent food made with fresh local ingredients.
No estate agents allowed.
Large beer garden.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:30, Reply)
Twats and hipsters are scared of bikers so would stay out.
Least favourite teacher. Mr Clemo. Everyone fucking loved him and all the girls fancied him but I could see through his false facade. Plus the cunt once bollocked me for something I hadn't done and when I managed to prove I hadn't done it said "Sometimes in this life you have to take the blame for things you haven't done, get used to it" I intend to claim he raped me right in the arse 15 years ago and then say the same thing back at him.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:30, Reply)
suddenly yanked up to 11 in anticipation of PARTY TIME
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:35, Reply)
Its doors would be manned by flamboyantly gay Ninjas who would critique everyone's dress sense on the way in and refuse entry to anyone who looked a bit fighty/poor/from Derbyshire/like they might sing along to the chorus of "Sex on Fire".
I would personally supervise and rework the contents of the jukebox daily. VNV Nation and Lady GaGa would feature heavily.
The bar would have a Foster's pump which would not serve Fosters, but if anyone asked for a pint thereof an AUSSIE SIREN would sound and the entire bar would point and laugh whilst chanting "three innings defeats in your back yard" repeatedly.
And some other stuff I haven't thought of.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:36, Reply)
Under no circumstances could you use a card for purchases under £25. Go to the cash machine you lazy cunt instead of slowing down service for everyone.
Edit: And I would have someone clearing glasses and wiping tables at ALL times. And re-introduce smoking.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:39, Reply)
I used to work in a pub and we paid a guy to collect glasses, wipe tables and nothing else.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:54, Reply)
Every good pub needs a mental bloke who voluntarily goes around collecting glasses, being the manager's best mate and generally pissing off the staff. All on the off chance that they *might* gift him a drink.
He is, of course, already drunk.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 12:00, Reply)
then rolled your own tabs with them?
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 12:03, Reply)
I'd have a pool table, I'd show sports on TV (only if requested though, and it'd be in a seperate room to the main bar). I'd have live bands on from time to time, but I'd prefer a well stocked jukebox.
There would have to be a large beer garden, as there are very few of them round here, makes me realise just how much I actually miss using them.
There would be a minimum of 4 ales on at a time, with at least 1 being locally sourced. Cocktails would only be allowed once a week, pitchers are a no-no.
EDIT: I'd also allow suggestions for what the next ale should be!
Drinks banned would be Fosters, Carlsberg and Pepsi, it's real Coke (and Diet) or nothing.
Alt: Mr Iain McKie, my rugby teacher in Year 7. What a cunt.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:39, Reply)
except for the Pepsi thing. Being as I don't drink, I usually end up on the Cola when I go out, and there appears to be something in Coke that I'm allergic to. Brings me right out in a nasty rash. Bizarrely, Pepsi doesn't have the same effect, so I've switched allegiances.
What I don't get is why pubs have to choose one or the other. They serve more than one type of lager, more than one type of ale, usually more than one type of cider, so why not more than one type of cola? Even if only one was on draught, it would make my life easier.
Damn you, Real Coke! *shakes fist*
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:47, Reply)
Ah well, you'll just have to get by with lemonade
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:50, Reply)
I could wear 3 pairs of keks I suppose.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:44, Reply)
1) Cocktails, good ones, none of this "Sorry mate, we've got no mint so used creme de meths instead" bullshit. On the back wall would be a herb garden that would be used to make cocktails.
2) Food menu that changes every month depending on what's seasonal and what we can get on special offer from the local butchers/finshmongers/whatever
3) A function room that can be used for free to local groups on the condition that if a paying client comes along, they get first dibs.
4) Move and Film nights, comedy nights, quiz nights...etc.
5) Film/tv night will be in the huge beer garden on a big projector so people can smoke at the same time.
6) A selection of flavoured ciggerettes, as well as normal ones, and you can hire one of those arabic pipe things.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:51, Reply)
It's an estate pub, so doesn't get much in the way of 'passing' trade, so the landlady has gone out of her way to get people in.
There's a free lending library in one corner of the lounge, where you can take away any book as long as you promise to bring it back after.
She has free pool on Thursday nights and Sunday afternoons, a coffee morning for old dears, followed by a lunch club where she cooks them a hot dinner (with pudding).
There's also pool league night, pub quiz night, live music on a Friday, and any sports events on terrestrial TV are shown on the big screen.
Plus, she lets dogs in, which is nice.
In fact, the only downside is that screaming kids are allowed in too. Bastards. It's a fucking pub, not a crèche!
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:52, Reply)
You know when I'm a merry widow, and I have loads of money and I'm looking for a toyboy?
Guess where I *won't* be looking.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 12:02, Reply)
SIA trained barstaff to deal with wankers.
Free wifi.
Child free days.
Dogs allowed.
No cheap lagers.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 11:57, Reply)
My pub would have a no laptops policy and anyone entering a pub quiz will have to hand their phones in, anyone caught cheating will be put in stocks and have the slops trays poured over them, they will then be covered in wasps.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 12:01, Reply)
Open fire. No children.
Beers in proper tapped casks behind the bar. Local beer from The Hogshead Brewery and the Shere Brewery. A couple of gas pumped lagers for those that don't know any better.
A couple of good Somerset ciders.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 12:02, Reply)
I love a good old 'rough and ready' country pub.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 12:04, Reply)
Sounds pretty similar to a place I used to drink in.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 12:10, Reply)
the casks are all behind the bar and cooled with damp bar towels. Its the best bar in town. Wankers are banned and no frills. If anyone comes to Cornwalland i'll take them there for a pint
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 12:13, Reply)
In fact I would only allow midgets in.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 12:04, Reply)
to any midget turning up dressed as a leprechaun on St Patrick’s Day – provided they could prove they got to the bar on public transport.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 12:12, Reply)
with your credit history and my work ethic, what could go wrong.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 12:06, Reply)
We agreed that we would both be dead within a year if we did.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 12:10, Reply)
Fuck off you selfish cunts I need a sodding gin
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 12:07, Reply)
is to open a chip shop in Jerusalem called 'Arbeit Macht Fry'
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 12:14, Reply)
Even with that inspirational motto over the gates the workshy bastards still did fuck all. Most days they didn't even get dressed, just dossed about in their pyjamas. Fucking students.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 12:25, Reply)
a sitcom about a secret Hassidic kamikaze squadron, called 'Torah! Torah! Torah!'.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 12:26, Reply)
called "Borer! Borer! Borer!"?
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 12:31, Reply)
Called "Whore 'er! Whore 'er! Whore 'er!"
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 12:34, Reply)
called "Jorel! Jorel! Jorel!"
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 12:39, Reply)
They do all seem to be jumping on the getting stuck/dying bandwagon though, don't they?
I mean, I was quite into the Chilean miners in the early days (when they were still underground), but with the Welsh ones and now Yorkshire the whole thing has got too mainstream for my liking.
/hipster
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 12:37, Reply)
The final solution will make your eyes sparkle.
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 12:32, Reply)
focussing on the bad behaviour of the youngest daughter - who later in life became a famous retailer of floral print dresses in a Victorian style.
Called 'Laura! Laura! Laura!'
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 12:38, Reply)
Fauré! Fauré! Fauré!
/not very good at this
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 12:42, Reply)
"Saw her! Saw her! Oh actually no I didn't, sorry"
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 12:39, Reply)
Called "Dora, Dora, Dora!"
(, Thu 29 Sep 2011, 12:41, Reply)
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