An ancient watering hole, nestling like a mirage at the end of a city street. 3 roads converge to a tight-spot, the first to covet this patch knew exactly what they were doing.
A calling to those with a thirst, although thesedays this boozer sees far more bread consumed than liquid. The trick for any modern landlord is to keep a well stocked bar, but appeal to the hungry most of all.
Fairy lights glisten, plastic speakers crackle, old floorboards creek, the ghosts of locals drift through the mahogany, peering over acrylic, as today’s punters cradle drinks like a those before, their neck cover the walls and ceilings if you need more proof.
There has been an ale house of sorts on this spot for nearly 800 years, and is it any wonder when just a stones throw - over a looming high wall - sits one of the England’s grandest colleges, serving up centuries of graduates, regale and rebel alike.
The Bear Inn, Oxford