Pub 154, Day 57 – The Prince of Wales

By Rob

Moving at pace and determined to keep it that way, we headed to The Prince of Wales. We were both hungry and, wishing to maintain momentum, vowed we’d only eat in a pub – there would be no skipping out to KFC mid-session. Therefore, fingers were firmly crossed that the next venue would serve some hot grub.

A pleasant looking stone-built building from the outside, inside the pub was a little more underwhelming. The Christmas decorations, apparently stolen from some bins behind a B&M Bargains warehouse, consisted of sixteen miles of tinsel strewn across the furniture by some mad, blind landlord with flailing arms. The lights, uniformly blue, had inexplicably been set to strobe effect. It gave the impression of being in the middle of a police raid, set to the festive sounds of Wizzard.

Unfortunately, not only did The Prince of Wales not serve food, it barely served beer. We were thus forced to once more imbibe a standard lager: Bud Light. The most commonly purchased and consumed beer in the USA, it stands as testament to the fact that a nation can attain the position of sole global superpower while being made up, for the most part, of fucking idiots.

Sipping our golden fizzy water, mercifully too flavourless to be called piss, with intermittent azure flashes pounding our retinas, and in the absence of any food whatsoever, we quickly necked the drinks and left.

Pub: The Prince of Wales (80 Burncross Road, S35 1SF)

Rating: 3.5/10

Pint: Bud Light

Brewery: Anheuser-Busch (based in St Louis, USA)

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