A few nights ago my friend Lorisa suggested we go to the Kingston Arms for dinner. It’s a typical Cambridge pub, tucked away in a residential area, a bit of flair to differentiate it from a house on the outside, a fine beer garden out the back. There was a mellow old man band featuring a double bass playing. It has really good cider, my beverage of choice for the English summer.
As tends to happen, having been introduced to the Kingston Arms one night, I ended up going there by coincidence again in the same week, despite never coming across it during my year in Cambridge thus far. We were there with a bunch of friends about to depart for places like Nigeria and New York, so there was that heightened appreciation for friendship in the air associated with farewells.
The night was over far too quickly. The big downside of English pubs in residential areas is that they close around 11pm, a tradition apparently established during the First World War, in an effort to keep wartime factory workers sober.
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