LONDON
I was recently in Clapham Junction, on a bit of a pub crawl, when one of my stops lead me into a pub called: Bar Social. The first thing that I was told there was that they did not carry any Jack Daniel's, which forced me into putting Jameson into my drink. This on it's own is little of a problem, but it was combined with a soundtrack provided by the bar's playlist that was definitely in no way entertaining. When finally a new low was reached by the first notes of Oasis' Wonderwall, I decided to go back up to the bar, and asked them—nicely—if they could skip this one track. Apparently this was not possible, even though I am quite sure that all they needed to do was hit the 'next track' button. Bar Social's staff—and manager—seem to be unwilling to really accomodate their clientele, develop musical taste, or be anything less than English in nature.
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