A pub like Cross Keys is confusing to Americans. It's furnished like your grandmother's living room, it doesn't sell food other than a bag of chips (sorry - packet of crisps), and the beer isn't much more than 3.5% Where is all the uncomfortable bar stools you fight for because you don't want to stand by the bathroom all night? Where is the menu of fried foods where the dishes only distinguish themselves by being different shades of brown? Where are the quintuple IPAs that get you schnockered after three sips and taste like you're sucking on a rag soaked with turpentine? Like I said, confusing. Turth is, Cross Keys is a proper English pub where you can sit for hours with your friends (sorry - mates) and wax philisophical about the validity of an artificial rating system you've created. The service is sometimes surly and you'll probably be the youngest person there, but that shouldn't stop you. Bring a friend, grab a pint, and debate wisely... because last call is 11:30. read more