Man gobsmacked after discovering price of pint at 'cheapest bar in Benidorm'
There's nothing quite as satisfying as a chilled pint, especially when you're unwinding on your holidays. Certainly, a boozy drink seems all the more enjoyable in the balmy embrace of the sun. A holidaymaker named Harry embarked on a mission to find Benidorm's most cost-effective watering hole, and he's convinced he's come across one of the best bargains around. Astonished by the affordability, Harry shared his find in an earnest video on TikTok where he operates under the moniker "Harry Tokky", spotlighting a venue offering pints in Spain for the astonishing price of roughly 85p. Locals and tourists alike can grab a beer at merely €1, a priced deemed incredibly affordable by Harry during his visit to Uncle Ron's, which he hailed as an "absolute bargain". Harry mentioned that even wine enthusiasts could nab themselves a glass for only €1, making it an ideal spot for anyone seeking a tipple without denting their wallet while on a getaway. The video has since stirred up a variety of responses from viewers sharing their differing opinions. One spectator enthusiastically commented: "Who doesn't love a €1 pint?" while another chimed in with: "Pints in Benidorm are cheaper than water." Another individual recounted their positive experience: "Absolutely beautiful people in Uncle Ron's and great food. There was six of us last week - everyone was very happy." While some questioned the quality of alcohol available at such a low price, a fellow commenter supplied insight, posting: "It's the same lager as you pay €3 or €4 in another bar, but Uncle Ron's work on volume." Most people appear chuffed with the prices as they reminisced about their jollies in Benidorm, and it looks like there's a fair number keen to give it a bash. Uncle Ron's, tucked away on Calle Londres, Benidorm, is a hit with holidaymakers. Boasting an average score of 3.9/5 on Trip Advisor, its review section is brimming with stories from patrons. It was also noted you could stop by the venue for breakfast, lunch or dinner. Ecstatic after a morning feed, one diner penned: "Had a fantastic breakfast at Ron's today. Lovely English products. Great service. Brilliant staff. A massive group came in but they were serviced promptly. Don't know how they manage with so few staff." Another chimed in, recounting their pre-airport feast: "Last day we visited for some lunch before heading to airport - left full which is always a good thing. In all my times of going here never left unhappy at the service nor the food - always really good." One more said: "We went many times during our two-week holiday. The staff are friendly and extremely hard working day and night. Cheapest drinks you will find in town and food to suit everyone (daily deal only €6). "It's not a stylish 5* restaurant, but then you wouldn't expect it. For drinks just go to the bar like a normal bar. Always busy Sunday and Friday so expect to book if you want a Sunday lunch. Would we go again? Certainly would!"
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