Went to the local pub for a bistro lunch today and even if they hadn't messed up my order I probably wouldn't have enjoyed the meal any way...
At the front of the menu which I didn't read before I ordered was the history of the pub. Established in 1851, there was no refrigeration back then so the town used the root cellar which I was sitting above as the morgue. Ok...
There is a tunnel underneath that goes across to the other side of the street. Ok that's interesting. It went to an insane asylum and ladies would use the tunnel to go over and give the men 'stress relief'. But one lady could Beccy was murdered by an inmate how dug a whole in the side of the tunnel and buried her there and her body wasn't discovered till a year later! And now she haunts the place... I don't think I want desert anymore...
There is a tunnel underneath that goes across to the other side of the street. Ok that's interesting. It went to an insane asylum and ladies would use the tunnel to go over and give the men 'stress relief'. But one lady could Beccy was murdered by an inmate how dug a whole in the side of the tunnel and buried her there and her body wasn't discovered till a year later! And now she haunts the place... I don't think I want desert anymore...
