Oh, looking at my photos (1,672 left to stick into blogs) it seems I succumbed to one more bar on that last day in Washington D.C.
So I left the refinement of old D.C.,
for the brashness of the Pentagon City shopping arcade.
You can see where I get the Milton Keynes analogy.
Our wonderful guide, Jan, had pointed out the boozing options on our tour, both in the shopping centre.
The Irish Pub,
and the “Sports” bar.
Well, you know what a sucker I am for cluttered bars, massive beer choice and American sports on TV.
Perhaps it was the Heinz ketchup bottle that swung it for me, but I sort of loved sitting at the bar next to real Americans with their screaming baby at the bar (honest).
Mark Crilley would have been delighted at the Britpop soundtrack.
It was as close as the US got to Wetherspoons, albeit at $7.75 + tax + tip a nearly pint of Ballast Point Sculpin.
Served in a big thick glass at perfect temperatures, I have to conclude that all the beer I had in the States was cool and tasty.
Apart from the cask.
Time to pack for the trip home. Before I start saying “In the hole “