Short but sweet this week. Sweet and spooky. Really spooky.
Last time at the Royal Oak, we talked a little about the bar itself. The busy bar was almost the full length of the far wall of the large open space. Behind the bar were two doors. One led to the kitchen. The other was an old wooden door which led to the cellar. The cellar was at the bottom of two stone steps, a square room with only one other entrance: double doors where beer deliveries would be received. In part one I mentioned the remote location and need for security so obviously, these doors were always locked unless there was a delivery being made (the cellar was also where expensive bottles of spirits were kept, so it would be a quick way to lose a lot of money quickly if left unlocked).
To help thirsty customers get their hands on ice cool beverages ASAP, the bar was fitted with electric beer pumps. Place a glass under the tap, flick a switch and a half a pint is poured. Flick it again and Hey, Presto! a pint. Ideal when the round was a mixture of beers and spirits. Leave the glass under the tap and mix a double Jack and Coke or whatever, and because it was so busy it common to see several of the taps going at the same time.
One night, in the middle of the chaos of a Friday night shift, the place is packed, disco music pumping, dance floor jumping, and of course, beer a-flowing. That’s when our night in question takes a turn for the weird. The music is still playing. The dance floor is still jumping. The problem is the beer. Not a-flowing. Not good. Never ever good.
Doing the equivalent of turning it off and on again, several bar staff start desperately flicking the switches on and off. Nothing. So the problem must be in the cellar.
Upon entering the cellar, everything seemed normal. Nobody there. Kegs all aligned in their usual ‘L’ shape along the walls and those all-important double doors still locked. Then they see it. Something that makes their blood run cold. You see, every one of those electric beer pumps needs the same thing to work. Electricity. They even all have their own plug to supply said electricity. They are that important. The only problem is, every one of those plugs, spaced over a distance of a few yards, has been removed from the wall. At the same time.
Every. Single. One.
After a few moments nonplussed, the plugs were reinstated to their working positions and normal service resumed. A problem easily solved. But if you were working that night, it was a problem not so easily forgotten.
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