It was Friday afternoon and Matt was at school.   He texted to say our friends Bob and Simon were getting together that night at the Jackalope Pub in Marylebone, and asked if we should go. "Sure," I replied immediately. "I’d love to see them." I took a train from our village five stops and then switched to the Tube up to Oxford Circus. It was just a 15-minute walk from there to the Jackalope, a charming old pub with a new name and all the character you would want.   It was quite busy that night and the crowd spilled out into the cobblestoned mews, where stables have been converted into homes selling for over $2 million.  Sipping a nice decaf coffee and Irish cream at the Brown Dog. When we first arrived in England for our 2-year stay, we had a goal of hitting as many pubs in London as possible.  We even bought a book to assist us. W e  search out the more unique ones like where Shakespeare drank, most haunted, oldest and hidden ones. We love the pubs here...