British Restaurants in Upper Arlington, OH

“At Old Bag of Nails, where stories pour,
And publight flickers on wood and floor,
You’ll find the fish in golden coat,
A sturdy meal that tries to float.

The chips are thick, the portions bold,
A platter hearty, warm—not cold.
A seaside dream in Midwest guise,
With vinegar hopes and tartar ties.

But though the size brings cheer and pride,
There’s flavor yet that tries to hide.
A dash more love, a brine, a bite—
Would lift the taste to truer height.

Still, gather here, where tankards clink,
Where salt and stories meet at brink.
For simple fare with promise near,
The Old Bag offers honest cheer.“