Bangor, North Wales:
We’d set off into town in search of lunch and a few drinks. Either our pub mojo was playing up, we gave up too soon due to hunger, or Bangor’s city centre has no decent pubs (unless you’re after lager, cheap). We’d walked past The Skerries, and the closed White Lion, and dropped in here in the hope of food and a decent drink. Thankfully there was no food. There was no cask ale either, and my Kronenbourg wasn’t pleasant, as wasn’t the pitch-black interior (pubs should be atmospheric, but this was darker than a Goth’s wardrobe), or the sticky tables and floor. We left, and had a sausage roll in the High St, returning to The Boatyard.