Greene King IPA... London Pride... oh - what's this? Wold Top Golden Summer, pint of that please. I gave her the right money but she was in no rush to give me pint. Put the money the in till, wandered off to look at the clothes line of food orders and then strolled back to drip tray where my drink was waiting and popped it on the bar. I guess it must have been 'settling'.
I've not been here before but it looks like it's been recently refitted in the current style. Minimal, bare wood and a hotch-potch of lamp-shades. The young 'uns seem to like it. Perhaps they'll be reminded that there was once a real Tottenham Court that the eponymous road remembers.
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