The Land of Indoor Play Areas

There are so many things that I love about England. Hubster's family is of course top of the list, but I also love the grocery stores, the way you can make quick conversation with anyone anywhere, the fabulous cheeky way The Times editorial pieces read, the fascination with football, the accents, everything on the left, and last but not least, pub food.

Especially pub food in a pub that has a whacking great play area inside of it.

I remember when Hubster and I got married ever so long ago. My family had flown over the pond for the nuptials and we had a nice week of touring around south eastern England before the big day. On about the second to last night they were all here, we finally took my sisters and my nieces and nephews that had been born at that point to the pub nearby with the whacking great play area in it.

My brother-in-law, USNA, regarded me quite seriously over his second pint. "You mean you've known about this pub the entire time we've been here and you've only brought us here NOW?!?!?"

I didn't have kids at the time. I had no idea of the importance of such things.

I now worship the very land that pub is built on. South eastern England in December is not necessarily the nicest place to be. It's cold out, it's windy, it's grey. But in the pub with the whacking great play area, it's happy time. The sun is shining and mommy is basking in the rays.

My deepest apologies to USNA. I really didn't get it at the time.

But I sure do now.

They open at 11. Anyone for lunch?