Would it be the very friendly locals collectively present, dedicated to the daily drinking that supports their chin-wagging at the Bar? Would it be the efficient and welcoming Management and Staff who remember you by name on return; especially if they have had to lift your chin up from the bar to pay your tab whilst gently reminding you of their opening hours!? Would it be the cosy Lounge Bar with log fire? Would it be Dude, the practically resident Mutt, found seated on a selection of chairs and a stool at the Bar? It could be any of these but for me it has to be the Mashed Potato; better than sex as it always performs without fail on the comfort zones of your taste buds! Whatever one eats at the Ragged Cot have the Mashed Potato in any of it's identities; Creamy Mash, Rosemary Mash, Mustard Mash....the list is long and endless. I have left numerous requests for the relevant Mash Potato Chef to marry me but to no avail; I think they wish to keep him for themselves. Double Drat!!
So Posh Totty along and decide for yourselves!
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