is a pub in Bristol, my favorite pub, it's bares a healthy quota of responsibility in maintaining my sanity and providing me with a generous social outlet. Laid out like an Amsterdam grotto, you are greeted with shit' everywhere, from top trumps (mullet edition) to samples of yarn to playing cards which adorn the walls. No area is safe from decoration and adds to the charm, a particular favorite is a 'bunch of cunts' laid out like a happy birthday banner. DIY window displays with props donated from Aardman and low level lighting with the aid of fairy lights, candles and a roaring fire. The atmosphere is treat as you find, the greeting is all about the approach, warm friendly and helpful requires a smile upon arrival and gracious patience if the bar is full. Round the back a traditional skittle alley, free to use and requires re-stacking after each round. The garden contains a generous amount of seating with a sail that can be pulled overhead on rainy days to provide shelter for a much needed inhalation of Bristol. Upstairs the games room provides a pool table (which I seem to do pretty well on after a few Hendrink's and cucumber), table football (requires a jiggle to get the balls out - don't we all), and darts. The back room holds additional seating and a totally different ambiance, pimps lounge, black leather sofas, tree trunk tables and camel riding stools, nice little hideaway. The crowd are approachable and interactive, maintaining a local vibe, yet is constantly turning over new faces and sounds. The jukebox controlled by the staff reflects the musical diversity and knowledge that Bristol represents, well worth a visit.
