It’s a place to relax. A place to hang out with friends and forget it all. A place where new adventures begin and old ones come to an end. When I walk through the doors of Ashley’s, I feel like I’m back in England, where I lived for a year before I came to the University. I’m back in the local pub enjoying a glass of Guinness. It may be the building itself or the fact that the symbols of the London Underground are painted on its basement walls. It may be drinking a glass of hard cider made in the UK. Whatever the reason, Ashley’s represents memories, new and old, from all over the world.

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