Bangers and Mash: A Boy's Journey through the Land Time Forgot

This story is somewhat vulgar and completely without taste. So it is a Wednesday night and I'm feel'n alright, not normally do i go out looking for adventure during the middle of the week, but the night before I crashed, like a little bitch, at 6:30, from jet lag and exhaustion. So I have heard of this pub that everyone holds in high regard at work and around my hotel (which is also a pub). It is a place called the Wheatchester or Weatherfieldchester or Wefenchester, either way it starts with a W and ends with a chester. I decide I'll find this place, have a few pints and a sandwich. So I go downstairs to ask Deborah, my 50 year old balding friend of a bartender, where this wonderful pub is. Well Deborah was not there, but some guy was sitting at the bar, with a pretty awesome comb-over, i wait for Debby to swing around the edge and come and greet me, before that can happen I hear, "American, are you?" I look over and comb-over is staring at me.