She says bars are a wonderful thing. And nothing better than tipping one back over a good conversation with a kindred spirit. Which is why She's favorite place for a drink is bellied up to the bar next to He who understands and shares her passion for drink. But some bars do lend themselves to the experience so let me chime in and share my thoughts on bars not to be missed.
The Ten Bells- London, England
Some dripping in worn out velvet, some with torn leather stretched across broken down cushions, and all sporting the knicks and dings of a century; the furniture in The Ten Bells begins a story of dilapidated decadence that one can't wait to hear. Over a drink. Or two. Or as many as it takes. One might think that as famous as the bar's history is- and considering the London Walks Jack the Ripper tour ends just across the street- that the place would be crawling with tourists. And it was, for a drink's length, but then the sightseers moved on. Except for us. Never quick to leave a bar, we stayed and let our imaginations soak up the atmosphere radiating off of these relics of Victorian London's underbelly while our blood streams soaked up the generously poured drinks. As we stayed the local crowd started filing in for their Friday night fun showing the Ten Bells as the current incarnation of it's past self. Almost. No apparent prostitutes, but certainly a ne'erdowell's neighborhood pub where you are welcome to have one too many. Just my sort of place.
