Great link to the audio archives of the White Horse Inn. Enjoy them while they are free. Good discussion by a group of solid Reformed theologs including Michael Horton.
http://resources.christianity.com/whitehorseinn/
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You actually had to step down a few stairs before reaching the main room. A large cloud hovered over the tables and their guests, yet the only rain it produced was the tears in my eyes from the smokey haze. The lad behind the counter was nice, he gave me a brief description of each of the different ales on tap - in England you'll be hard pressed to find much more than ales and the occasional stout, so lagers are few and far between - as I leaned nonchalantly on the wooden bar. I could tell Doug was doing his usual deliberating, not over which ale he would choose, for he wasn't much one for that type of drink. No, the interal dialogue I'm sure consisted of whether it was a cider night or a evening with Bailey's. He suprised everyone when he ordered a glass of the house wine. At a pub? Come on Doug. But no one really argued.
As we paid for our drinks, the bartender gave us each a box of matches - he knew we needed them, although we each had lighters in our pockets for our pipes. We made our way toward the back, up three steps to the little round room, only about 9 feet wide, in the middle of which sat a round table - almost like a circular booth and table. There we would spend the next few hours, our thoughts consumed only by the pressing questions of who had the best Flop, what was walking on 4th street, and how much did I want to fish in The River, and the ubiquitous puzzle of whether Carl was finally bluffing. Tutorials seemed miles away, and the philosophical theology books stacked 10 deep on our desks at home were nothing more than doctor's office reading right now, as we focused intently on the task at hand. Matchsticks, backed by pounds and pences, were the goal, and Texas Hold Em was the way spent our Thursday nights, and that is my memory of the White Horse Inn and Pub in Oxford, England.
-sleuth
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