Henry Shukman recently crafted a heady piece of penmanship for The New York Times which took me, and now you, on a journey back to the pub of yore, ( “that smoky, yeasty den of jollity” ), and a look at what they’ve become since.
I’m usually one to skim an article and move on. This one demanded that I grab a stool and pay attention. Henry grew up in the northeast Cotswolds hence knows well the flavour of the good glass.
Take some time, and have a taste of history.
