As all good explorers know, new hotspots need to be discovered before they get hijacked by the ordinary people. So in true form, armed with a few mates, I headed to a new bar that had opened up in the depths of Fallowfield.
Now don't get me wrong, there aren't many places I won't try, but when we arrived we nearly turned round and fucked off. Situated beneath a dodgy looking hotel called the Lansdowne. To get to the bar, you had to head to the basement down some very red stairs. Several pricks stood outside informed me I would only be able to go in if I left my dress at the door. Not good.
Thank god we didn't pay attention to them. Inside we discovered a fantastic warren of a bar, with cute bar tenders, hanging baskets and a couple of fairly decent murals adorning the walls. Drinks were cheap but good quality. Double rum and coke - £2.50, huge bottle of Budvar - £2.50 and Gordon's and tonic, yes, £2.50.
It got rammed by about 11pm but we were lucky enough to have snaffled a table. Crawling with a mix of fashionistas, pretentious raa's and the unwashed, the clientele had already conformed to the Fallowfield mould. I'd say it's a perfect bar for pre/after drinks after the surge has died down. Would not recommend going there for a dance, as the 3 DJ's couldn't beat match for shit.
7/10
Now don't get me wrong, there aren't many places I won't try, but when we arrived we nearly turned round and fucked off. Situated beneath a dodgy looking hotel called the Lansdowne. To get to the bar, you had to head to the basement down some very red stairs. Several pricks stood outside informed me I would only be able to go in if I left my dress at the door. Not good.
Thank god we didn't pay attention to them. Inside we discovered a fantastic warren of a bar, with cute bar tenders, hanging baskets and a couple of fairly decent murals adorning the walls. Drinks were cheap but good quality. Double rum and coke - £2.50, huge bottle of Budvar - £2.50 and Gordon's and tonic, yes, £2.50.
It got rammed by about 11pm but we were lucky enough to have snaffled a table. Crawling with a mix of fashionistas, pretentious raa's and the unwashed, the clientele had already conformed to the Fallowfield mould. I'd say it's a perfect bar for pre/after drinks after the surge has died down. Would not recommend going there for a dance, as the 3 DJ's couldn't beat match for shit.
7/10
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