Despite BP, the Brits haven’t lost all their cachet in the US.
In the new terminal at San JoseAirport there’s a watering hole called The Brit.
On one side of the door is a red telephone box.
On the other side is a suit of armour holding the menu.
The menu includes:
Sheperd’s (spelt without the ‘h’) Pie.
Britannia Bangers Sandwich
Fish and Chips.
And another thing. In Melvyn’s bar at the Ingleside Inn in Palm Springs they had a pianist who, in the way of bar pianists, inter-acted with the drinkers – asking and answering questions, making jokes, doing impressions, taking requests.
His eye alighted on me and he asked: “Where are you from?”
“England,” I said.
The whole bar broke out clapping.
Good old Palm Springs
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