Dicken's London

"If a late twentieth-century person were suddenly to find himself in a tavern or house of the period, he would be literally sick - sick with the smells, sick with the food, sick with the atmosphere around him.  In the country, the rain would have developed a thousand fresh scents, and every drop would have had its bright association with some beautiful form of growth or life. In the city, it developed only foul stale smells, and was a sickly, lukewarm, dirt- stained, wretched addition to the gutters."  - Charles Dickens -

Yeah, I know, it reminded me of college too.  Give me some eggs and hash browns and pour me into bed and I can sleep almost anything off.  I can hardly wait.  If anyone can pinpoint that pub on a map for me it would be really helpful.