One of Dingle's more prominent landmarks. On numerous summer holidays I fondly remember being taken into the back kitchen to meet Dick himself or drinking red lemonade at the bar. In fact, for a long time I was well known as the boy who bit his glass (though I was too young to remember it).
They also made/sold leather goods on one side of the bar and I still have my little leather keyfob. Perhaps my memory is exaggerating but beer, leather and smoke never smelt so good as in that bar.
I probably should have gone in for a pint this time but that might have ruined the memories.
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GWorks @ 02 Jul 2009
Claude @ 02 Jul 2009
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