Having had a phone call to say that the truck wouldn't arrive at the workshop until two at the earliest, Allan had decided that he'd be better off continuing his exploration of the City. Specifically in checking out which of the so-called Irish pubs he would honour with his custom.
Since the Lamb was marginally closer than O'Malleys he tried that one first and entered it with a bouncy and confident stride and an appreciative grin.
Okay - nine out of ten for ambience - not that he knew how to spell it, of course.