World Famous 3 Kings (West Kensington)

Vincent Vega (Pulp Fiction)

Vincent - You know what they put in beer in the London instead of shooters?
Jules - What?
Vincent - Sprite
Jules - Goddamn.
Vincent - I've seen 'em do it, man. They f*****g drown 'em in that s**t.
Jules – You sh**tin me right?
Vincent – Nah, damn straight. I used to go into this pub in London right. Now what was it called? The Marvellous something, no The Tremendous bar,..no no, what was it again… some real dumbass stoopid name? Oh yeah, that was it, The World Famous Three Kings. You ever heard of anything like that?!
Jules - No….
Vincent - Well, this place. I tell ya, you’ve gotta see it to believe it. They serve up what they call Fostops in here.
Jules - Fostops?
Vincent - Yeah, least I think that’s what they were called. Essentially a full pint of beer that the barman then shoots a powerful jet of Sprite into,...it goes everywhere and then the guy cleans up.
Jules - He cleans up the mess he has just made?
Vincent – Yeah, with some towels
Jules – Seems a little strange to me, but I suppose, least the motherf**ker has the decency to clean up his own s**t.
Vincent - Yeah, but he,…….oh, I see what you sayin,…..don’t push me Jules, I’m on the edge here!
Jules - Forget it! So yeah, the muthaf**kers doing the Fostops,..
Vincent - Yeah, he makes his Fostop and cleans up, but then another cat orders one, and then another, then another. He has to do this everytime, everytime! I musta seen the dude pull that little routine about 100 times one night when I was in there.
Jules - 100 times!
Vincent - Yeah, it's some popular s**t, and there was some soccer on the tube, wall to wall it was, for Manchester & Sons vs Assholes.
Jules - But 100 times!
Vincent - You’re not getting what I am saying to you! This bar is a big mutherf**ker, musta had about 30 T.V.s alone, as far as I could tell.
Jules - Godamn………….Is it the same scene outside London?
Vincent – I dunno. I never went up north,…….

*They drive a little further in silence*

Jules - So, tell me again about the slots?
Vincent - Okay, they call em Fruit boxes, machines,..what you wanna know?
Jules - Gambling is legal there right?
Vincent – Damn straight it's legal, but it ain't a hundred percent legal. I mean, you can't walk into a bar, set up a pitch and start shouting ya mouth off. You're only supposed to gamble in your home or certain designated places.
Jules - And those are bars?
Vincent – Pubs, if you follow me correctly! It breaks down like this: there are Sports-books, "Bookies", they call em, on every main street, where you can bet on any number of sporting events. These will always have these slots in them. There are also pubs that have slots too, but not every pub. If you are the proprietor of a pub then it’s legal for you to have these slots, but its not illegal for the slots to be rigged. In fact, most of em, (no sh**tin) are crooked as f**k. A brother would be no better throwin his Dinero down the can,..but that doesn't really matter 'cause - get a load of this - if you go into an English pub that has slots, you will always find some mofo playin the mofo. There’s about twenty in The Famous Three Kings.
That’s a Limey for ya, I guess.
Jules - *Laughing* I'm going, that's all there is to it, I'm f*****g going
Vincent - Yeah baby, you'd dig it the most.

Vincent Vegas rating for The F*****g Tremendous Three Kings – 4 / 10

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