20 Problems Only People From Southampton Will Understand
9. The Love/Hate Relationship With The Hobbit
Okay, stick with me. If you've ever been to the Hobbit in Bevois Valley more than three times, you know exactly what I'm on about. It's almost always full of braying students, yet all the locals seem to think it belongs to them. That's probably because if you go in there more than twice a week the staff suddenly seem like family. It's both the largest pub in Hampshire, and the smallest when it's p*ssing it down and you can't use the humongous beer garden. The draught beer is inexplicably terrible... *mysterious voice* and no one knows why. The themed pint cocktails are horrible rotgut and completely addictive at one and the same time. The live music can be hopelessly amateurish and, only the next night, almost life-changingly incredible. It's the Hobbit, and it's never, ever going to change.
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