It had cactuses and American flags, adverts for Coca Cola and Dr Pepper, posters showing guitars and rockstars*, and chairs covered in fake cow-skin, neon signs in the windows, and signs on the wall advertising Harley-Davidson and Chevrolet and Southern Comfort and random signs on the walls saying ‘Michigan’ ‘Tennessee’ or ‘Wyoming’.
We went in and they told us sadly they had run out of fizzy drinks. They had plenty of Cornish beer and cider and J20 though, so that was all right. Also there was HP Sauce on each table, and the bacon was delightfully crispy. Pp had gammon, egg and chips, waving away the maple syrup that they offered to add to make it somehow more American. I was braver and had a burger with pulled pork and bacon.
Somehow, it felt like the most British place I have ever been. If it had been a village pub with morris dancers, it would not have been so British. :-D
*at least 50% of the rockstars were British, however, presumably on the grounds that we can only know that they are rockstars if we recognise them. I am not complaining, as I could have done with seeing slightly less of Cher's pubic regions while eating. Presumably this is part of the Experience.