Not some English seaside resort variety act from the early fifties, but my dinner.
I sit at a table in the George & Dragon, a splendid English country pub, opposite my friend Cthulhu. We drink Weston’s cider. It’s scrumptious, redolent of umeshu & soda.The floor is covered with pale, undulating stone. Dark, gnarled beams span the ceiling.
Seikō
