Paris Hotel, Coverack

I had what I can only call a humiliating experience in this pub. I went in and asked the young barman what their cask beers were and he shook his head and laughed at me before turning around and walking away (without saying a word). He had what I imagine were friends at a table near the bar who doubled over at the scene and I was left with nothing to do but leave. I can only presume my colorful shirt and accent along with the idiocy of the barman triggered the immature reaction. I left.

17 Sep 2010 16:23