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Dr. Butler was a fraud. He failed to qualify at Cambridge and practised some pretty outrageuos 'cures'.
For epilepsy he would fire a brace of pistols near his unsuspecting patient, to scare the epilepsy from them, or in cases of the plague, plunge the poor soul into ice cold water.
His lack of qualifications did not prevent the 'Doctor' from becoming physician to King James I, or from selling his popular medicinal ale. This was available only from taverns which displayed Dr. Butler's head on their signs. This is the last one remaining.
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The original pub was destroyed in the Great Fire of London in 1666, but was rebuilt and has been renovated several times. The wooden facade looks authentic but is probably Victorian, certainly older than the mock-tudor buildings opposite.
The dark panelled interior, hardly lit by gas lamps, has a wonderful Dickensian atmosphere.
The one large, split level bar is packed at lunch- times.
For more leisurely and substantial eating there are dining rooms upstairs. |
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