Fountain & Ink, Waterloo, London   Leave a comment


Four o’clock and I had to pick up Jackie at work a few blocks away at 5.  What to do…what to do?

Gadzooks! A bar!  Who’d a thought of that?  I entered the dark confines of the Fountain and Ink to find a very modern house with a very good collection of booze (all the light was ambient and filtered through a wall of bottles).



The skull spake thusly: “go on, Señor, have a tequila.  Chinga me, have two…they’re small!”  Never one to argue with the dead, I went for a couple of delightful golden agaves from the shelf two above the skull in the photo, below, just to be experimental.  They were both a bit harsh but worthy of a try.  If you find yourself in there, try the one on the same shelf but 2nd from the right (the tequila Espolòn I got on my last — probably ever — trip to the US).



Posted April 22, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in Pubs

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