So one of the great things about living in London - lots of great pubs reasonably near by serving a wonderful range of beers. One of my favorite pubs is a few tube stops away, it’s a free house (i.e., it’s run independently of the breweries that supply it), which means a wonderful range of regional /micro brews that change every few months.
Most Sundays, the tax deduction - he’s 4yrs old - and I get out of Mom’s hair for a couple of hours by going up to the pub. It’s a clean, pleasant pub - the food is decent as well - and the clients tend to be pretty typical of your Sunday afternoon crowd: cyclists having a beer after their ride, young guys waiting for the premier league match to start, couples, friends etc.
When the weather’s nice, we sit outside and watch the cars and people go by, otherwise we sit inside. I have a beer or two, he has an apple juice or a hot chocolate - sometimes he has a Coke, but don’t tell Mom - along with some french fries or some other little snack. Sometimes he sits quietly and watches everything around him, other times he wants to tell me the fascinating story of the snail he found in the back yard
It’s one of my favorite times of the entire week.
So imagine my shock yesterday when a young American woman accosted me as I was about to leave. She was there with a group of people, didn’t really see how many or anything, but she starts yelling at me at how could I possibly be bringing a young child in to a bar, what a horrible parent I must be, how he was almost certainly going to grow up to be an alcoholic ‘like his father’ :rolleyes:
Once I got over the shock, I of course immediately asked if she was suggesting I should never have a beer at home, or should never go to any restaurant that might serve alcohol, but she was in such a fury of righteous indignation I don’t think she heard a word I said.
So, tell me oh oracle of wisdom. Is this a case of crazies gonna crazy, or does Crazy Woman have a point?