"Yes, it brings back many memories," I reply.
The memories were not good. I did not even know the drunken fellow's name, we just shared the love of Stella.
The devil used to beckon me with his evil finger on grim weekday evenings to drink alone so I will not miss this place.
For me it's been closing time here for years. This pub makes van Gogh's Night Café seem like paradise: beer-stained furniture from decades gone by and the terrible smell of failure.