Cans flew and the drinkers believed and the music aficionados believed and the spliff aficionados believed they were in the greatest pub in the world where the weed sticks were tremendous and you could get a nose broken over a pool table-booking disagreement. Outside, swimming pool, tree in a beer garden, waft of over-the-road chicken eatery aroma.
– Eleven We Burn Them in the Sun (2026)