Rugby Tavern

My particular friend, John U. introduced me to Rugby Tavern, one of a few of John’s favorite locals. It was here at Rugby Tavern that I learned that British sport fans could be civilized, peacefully coexist around their beloved sport, Rugby.
You see, dear reader, I’m an absolute, around-​the-​corner, football (yeah, yeah, yeah: soccer) fan. Soccer in England can attract a rather unsavory lot of people from skin heads, to piss heads, to some with no heads at all. This is all a bit unfortunate and makes what for me is the most beautiful sport played on the planet a bit difficult to stomach from time to time.
Rugby however and much to my surprise is a man’s sport but a sport where they can take a bit of verbal abuse. A sport where fans can rib each other and their team without completely losing the plot and rushing to believe that the other side have just accused your mother of turning tricks down at the local bus station men’s room.
Yes, it is here at the Rugby Tavern that I learned quite a lesson about sport and also become legless with my particular friend, John U.
If you’d like to learn a bit more about English sport and have a proper chance of becoming legless, give the Rugby Tavern a go.