Come to think of it the last bar fight I saw was in a 'spoons. I say fight, couple of blokes pushed an old bloke off his barstool, kicked him in the head a couple of times and ran off. My pal, a newly qualified doctor, leapt up to do the "it's ok, I'm a doctor" routine and told his buddies not to move him. His buddies told my friend to "fuck off", picked the bloke up, sat him back on his stool and put a fresh pint in front of him.
Oh, and the 'spoons round the corner from me smells like something bad happened in it. Don't think anything bad has tho, that's just how a pub is bound to smell if it's the cheapest pub in Wood Green.
Nothing bad ever happens in a 'spoons.
Come to think of it the last bar fight I saw was in a 'spoons. I say fight, couple of blokes pushed an old bloke off his barstool, kicked him in the head a couple of times and ran off. My pal, a newly qualified doctor, leapt up to do the "it's ok, I'm a doctor" routine and told his buddies not to move him. His buddies told my friend to "fuck off", picked the bloke up, sat him back on his stool and put a fresh pint in front of him.
Oh, and the 'spoons round the corner from me smells like something bad happened in it. Don't think anything bad has tho, that's just how a pub is bound to smell if it's the cheapest pub in Wood Green.