Kings Arms Hotel, Berwick-Upon-Tweed

Large building with a small and upmarket bar. There’s a dimly lit main room decorated via a daytime TV programme’s idea of posh - fake fire and cushions along with some black and white prints and penny black wallpaper. Through a random arch finds you the bar where a load of standard keg greets you. Perhaps stupidly I went for the most unusual one - Tetleys Pale - which was dire…to screw up a keg beer takes a lot of effort. In addition, the dire pumped music and a Scouser barman with a little rat moustache made sure exit was swift.