This made me think of how I imagine Americans think of British pubs. Roaring fire, companiable silence, the occasional russle of a broadsheet newspaper turning (unlike the reality of puke smell, emphysemic curtains and lads saying “wahay!” when someone smashes a glass by accident. Please never make THAT candle!)
In short, it’s perfect. Really strong too. This is the Eagle and Child, as per the name, but also The Prancing Pony in Bree. It was worth every penny (and I’m including postage and customs fees in that)! BUY IT.