The Firefly Pub

When I told everyone I was going to Worcester for the weekend from Edinburgh, I got a whole lot of «WHY?“s. Well, here’s one reason. Jerk.
The outdoor seating at The Firefly… on an evening in England where the day had been 26 degrees (got Celsius!) made me think that maybe, just maybe, if all of England was perfect like this everyday they would still rule the world. The colonies would want to be owned again (sans slavery and oppression etc.). But I digress, that shit will never happen… so we need to ignore this ideal of a perfect England, and just take the pub as a perfect pub.
Reasons for perfection: (see photos)
The front room: fireplace, antique chandelier, old tyme-​y lampshades, big red velvet couches, a moose head over the fireplace and ARE YOU F**KING SERIOUS — Brooklyn Lager. My favorite beer in the world. And I know I am an exaggerator, and I know I say «my favorite (insert something here) ever» all the time. But for real, this is the greatest tasting lager of the entirety of the history of beer (in my humble opinion).
The downstairs: Apparently they have bands down here, they didn’t this night… but it was a proper looking porn-​like lounge area with giant sofas and a good looking stage where you could definitely see some mediocre bands up really close before they sell out. Sometimes, not often, but sometimes, the bands play outside. Yes, I said it.
The MFing outdoor garden: I have this friend, his name is Jack Johnson, maybe you’ve heard of him. Maybe (probably) you’re sick of him because most of his songs sound alike. It’s also pretty likely that you’d give anything for his life, I know I would. If I had minimal talent like him I would totally move to Hawaii, surf and sing songs about making pancakes for girls and playing my guitar all day while working on my tan in a hammock.
But again, I digress — why don’t you guys stop me when I do that? — The garden here looks like an old fashioned surf lounge where guys with long hair (rebels!) and tattoos (scandal!) sit with beers and talk about waves. Jack, would fit in here… and I could even stand to listen to Banana Pancakes (once, just once) while I am sitting on the couches with my feet up next to the lanterns LOVING my totally chill life.
Worcester is a two thumbs up all you naysayers! So there.