A beer on Mondays...

I don't really like alcohol, unless its incredibly sweet - so basically we're talking Moscato d'Asti or bust. Normal stuff makes me do this weird sort of shudder/shimmy thing as the bitterness hits my tongue, potatoes have the same effect. But every Monday I make an exception and head down to Barley John's Pub after a long day of work for an hour or so to laugh, play cards and drink beer with a few good men (and a lady).

We're a rag tag bunch of twenties from our church who are a little burnt out on isolation and routine. I have to say, its the highlights of my week. We all miss the easy accessible community from our college days (you know, when all your best friends were next door and all you had to do was walk down the hall to find a party) and recognizing its infinite value, two dudes scouted out a spot and sent out the call to the scattered. Here are a few English Pubs I'd like to transport to Roseville...

photo credit: Heather Applegate