The Guinness signs give it away as an Irish pub but little else does. We're here tonight to catch up with some mates, who, surprise surprise, turn up after we've run out of time and left. There's a band playing in the corner, well not exactly a band so much as a DJ, guitarist, Trombonist and Conga player backed by Manga images on a big screen. It's a pretty nifty sound and the oldest denizen of the bar is getting right into it, shouting encouragement and bouncing in his chair.
We settle into some chairs near the back and await developments, the music is good, the beer's cold. As you might expect, it's a littel bit locally, hence there's a sluight 'take me or leave me' feel about the place. There's food, though we don't sample, bottle sales, and there's at least a payphone, which we've been increasingly noticing that many pubs just don't have. Which is good,because we can call and check up on where our mates are at. Except they don't have their phones on. Oh well.
Stop in when there's music and it's worthwhile, we reckon, if a little plain. It is, however, developing slowly, and we'l call in occasionally to see how things are shaping up.
review by: Jason