Every restaurant or pub we have encountered has majorly advertised that it is dog-friendly. And yes, we’ve seen so many Brits accompanied by dogs on their walks, in the hotels, and in restaurants. This is the house-restaurant dog that haunted us at last night’s dinner. I think his name was something like Boba.
And here are the canine offerings at The Mason Arms Pub (that we visited twice in one night) in Warkwortth.
Another thing: there is a dearth of salads here in the UK.
Most restaurants have maybe a side salad of sad greens, or a so-called Caesar
salad (tourist salad) that is nothing like a real Caesar salad. However, the fish and chips just about
anywhere are awesome. And they do chips (fries) well. The Hubs ordered lasagna and it came with a
hefty side of chips.
Another weird thing. We stopped at a petrol station with a welcome, American style convenience mart attached. Out back, they had coin-op laundry facilities. It’s not like this was on a major thoroughfare, so I pity the souls who have to use this to get their laundry done.
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