The Grand Old Duke of York.
It had 10,000 of my university nights.
It marched us up to the Good Queen Bess
And marched us down again.
And when we would sup we would sup
On Duke Burgers, bangers n' mash, and fish n' chips
And when we would only halfway-sup
It was on dry wings and delicious, if wee-portioned, dips.
*all together now!*
The Grand Old Duke of York
It has cool servers in kneesocks and plaid
Who didn't mind when we split a bill 18 ways
Or stiffed them cuz we couldn't add. *HEY!*
And when we got drunk we got drunk
In dark-wooded cozy warm booths
"See you tomorrow!" read over the exit
And damn if that wasn't the truth.
Conclusion: save the nostalgia? Neither up nor down.