The Old Ship Inn
I have been known to take the occasional beer, with my favourite worldwide hostelry in Seahouses, in of course, Northumberland. So far, despite valiant efforts to search one out, I have not found its equal anywhere in my travels. (Please see write-up in "Canny Bevvy" below.)
This is an old anecdote from the last century of beer-related events in Malawi, Kenya, Rwanda, and Cambodia followed by a twist in London. Four times in my life, my relaxing quiet cool beers have been violently interrupted.