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Preston North End - The Rise of the Invincibles by Michael Barrett

Preston in 50 Buildings by Keith Johnson

Lancashire Street Atlas by Geographers' A-Z Map Company

Lancashire County Atlas by Geographers' A-Z Map Company

The Freckleton, England, Air Disaster by James R. Hedtke

Books Set In And Around Preston Lancashire

13 books — 1 voter

The Complete Irish Pub Cookbook by Love Food

Myrtle Allen's Cooking at Ballymaloe House by Allen Myrtle

Rachel’s Irish Family Food by Rachel Allen

Best Irish Cookbooks

26 books — 1 voter

Books Read In 2022 List 2

194 books — 3 voters

The Forager Chefs Club by Rita Mace Walston

The Restaurant at the End of the Universe by Douglas Adams

Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe by Fannie Flagg

The Ballad of the Sad Café and Other Stories by Carson McCullers

Cafes, Inns, Pubs and Restaurants in Titles

312 books — 68 voters

The Complete Joy of Homebrewing by Charlie Papazian

History's Greatest Drinking Games by Elliot Martyn

Beer Related Books

173 books — 6 voters

The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer

Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson

Fiction Set In Real Or Made Up Pubs

41 books — 14 voters

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“ I've never been thrown out of a pub, but I've fallen into quite a few ...more ”
― Benny Bellamacina, Philosophical Uplifting Quotes and Poems

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“ Raffe lifted the latch on the heavy door and sidled in. As usal, he gagged as he took his first breath in the cloying, fishy stink of the smoke that rose from the burning seabirds, which were skewered on to the wall spikes in place of candles. In the dim oily light, he could make out the vague outlines of men sitting in twos and threes around the tables, heard the muttered conversations, but could no more recognize a face than see his own feet in the shadows. A square, brawny woman deposited a Raffe lifted the latch on the heavy door and sidled in. As usal, he gagged as he took his first breath in the cloying, fishy stink of the smoke that rose from the burning seabirds, which were skewered on to the wall spikes in place of candles. In the dim oily light, he could make out the vague outlines of men sitting in twos and threes around the tables, heard the muttered conversations, but could no more recognize a face than see his own feet in the shadows. A square, brawny woman deposited a flagon and two leather beakers on a table before waddling across to Raffe. Pulling his head down towards hers, she planted a generous kiss on his smooth cheek. Thought you'd left us,' she said reprovingly. You grown tired of my eel pic?' How could anyone grow tired of a taste of heaven?' Raffe said, throwing his arm around her plump shoulders and squeezing her. The woman laughed, a deep, honest belly chuckle that set her pendulous breasts quivering. Raffe loved her for that. 'He's over there, your friend,' she murmured. 'Been wait ing a good long while.' Raffe nodded his thanks and crossed to the table set into a dark alcove, sliding on to the narrow bench. Even in the dirty mustard light he could recognize Talbot's broken nose and thickened ears. Talbot looked up from the rim of his beaker and grunted. By way of greeting he pushed the half-empty flagon of ale towards Raffe. Raffe waited until the serving woman had set a large portion of eel pie in front of him and retreated out of earshot. He hadn't asked for food, no one ever needed to here. In the Fisher's Inn you ate and drank whatever was put in front of you and you paid for it too. The marsh and river were far too close for arguments, and the innkeeper was a burly man who had beaten his own father to death when he was only fourteen, so rumour had it, for taking a whip to him once too often. Opinion was divided on whether the boy or the father deserved what they suffered at each other's hands, but still no one in those parts would have dreamed of report ing the killing. And since the innkeeper's father lay rotting somewhere at the bottom of the deep, sucking bog, he wasn't in a position to complain. ...more ”
― Karen Maitland, The Gallows Curse

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