The Angel, Reading

Token handpull of very average London Pride available in what is basically a posho foody-cum-wine bar - wood cladding and wine bottles everywhere, all along the ceiling. Plant pots, leather sofas and ambient muzak to finish off. Must've cost a fair whack to kit the place out. They didn't seem too keen on the funbus pulling into the place, perhaps we didn't look rich enough and only wanted a pint. As we got to the end of our drinks, waitress said they were closing for the afternoon and could we leave please...not entirely sure I believed her but not too fussed as I much preferred the Falmouth over the road anyway. Mind you, we were the only ones in here at the time. I imagine this might be the place to take a bit of posh totty for tea, but it isn't really my scene.