Come all you vagabonds, liars, knaves alike, do step inside!
Some say home is where the heart is.
We prefer to think that home is where the bar is. And luckily for us, the Tavern at Whyt’s End is pretty much wherever you want or need it to be. Which definitely feels like home to us.
Kind friends and companions, take a load off and allow us to fill your evening (or perhaps just your daily commute) with a ration of madness, a pour of whit (or whyt?) and a musical garnish to tie it all together.
The Knaves of Whyt’s End can’t see past these bespotted internet menu things, or they would tell you more about themselves! Guess they’ll save that for another day. Over a dram. Or thirty.
The Knaves can be reached for booking, information and whimsical non-sequiturs at:
knaves@whytsend.com
You could also try holding out a pint and shouting “Drink!” at the top of your lungs. (Usually works for me…)
Every great story has a beginning. Well…I suppose every story has a beginning. But let’s stick with good intentions to start! This very blog post (and I’m sure we’ll find out just what a blog is one of these days…I sure hope you can drink it…) marks the auspicious start of another adventure for The …
Ye gods, we wish we knew.
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