Today's your lucky day … no, you didn't hit the lotto.  She's not calling you back.  The Lakers didn't even win … but you've got GRUB.  And more importantly, thanks to our buddies over at Fairfax by Night (FBN) … we've got Lucky Baldwins.  An English Pub by day … which by night turns into a … uh … English Pub … and damn straight it should.  Because who doesn't love an English Pub?  You just feel like your going to a soccer match, or a rugby scrum, or a cricket … um … brouhaha?  With a beer list that could drown a hippo … an alcoholic hippo … you can really start your night off right at Lucky B's.  Tons of local California selections litter the list … from Craftsman in Pasadena, Stone down in Escondido, and Russian River up in Santa Rosa aka Moscow of the North ... or at least now it might be known as that.  They've got everything from British ales to golden Dutch goodness … and there's nothing better than a pitcher of some malted magic to wet your whistle and prep for the Grub-fest about to ensue.  FBN told me, and I'll tell you, there are really only three words you need to know  … Chicken … Pot … Pie.  Oh me, oh my … I've found heaven in a pie.  In all reality, it's more like the pie ate the chicken pot … completely wrapped in a buttery flaky crust, the bowl chocked full of warm, creamy chicken and veggies is downright bliss.  After a couple of bites I almost completely lost it and turned into Slow Donnie from Just Shoot Me … "Chicken Pot … Chicken Pot … Chicken Pot Pie."  And then my pants were tight (please watch the video … I don't want to go to jail … and then watch this one … I love YouTube).  One of our GRUB partners in crime, Mark F. threw down for an order of "bangers and mash" … which sounds kind of perverse until you realize it's just a couple of sausages jammed into an order of mashed potatoes … okay, still kind of perverse.  Our other buddy, Jason hooked himself up with a hot dog … damn the Brit's try to takeover everything American.  But to give it a twist, they don't have any chili … so Jason tapped his inner UK-ness and went for a side-order of curry.  Damn were we glad those cheeky bastards liked the east Indies.  Lather it all up with some HP sauce … all hail the queen … and let the good-grub good-times roll.  Because it's tasty, it's rich, ... it's Pub Grub.