What a stroke of luck - we hit the night that the French barmaid was working. She was trying to teach French to a gentleman that had lost the command of the English language - very amusing.
Grant had a "bad" Coors on tap, I had a Miller on tap. This was a turning point in our journey - we decided to stay away from draft beer and the use of glasses in general. Bottle beer was much safer, alas.
Ron Reagan was on the Tube. The crowd was thin - but on a Saturday night I bet the place gets packed - pool tables in the backroom draw big ones.
Photograph: angled view of a building corner with a welcome sign on the wall.