On a whim, my good wife and I stopped at the casserole to unwind after 700 miles of driving. We were astonished to discover the owner slumped dead under the counter, on the advice of customers we helped ourselves to a drink. After 3 well-digested pints the boss resurfaced and from then on the evening was incredible: -He was shooting a gun from the front door -He threw pétanque balls into the dart board without forgetting to drink directly from the shooter's nozzle. I recommend, an atmosphere like nowhere else!
