This place never really intended to be a hang-out, and I’m not sure if anyone ever intended to hang out there either. I’ve never seen it close, so I have no idea when it really closes, but you always end up here—always, whether you want to or not. They don’t have particularly special drinks, don’t do any food, and the only music is chart pop from the big TV screens through the PA, which is constantly channel-surfed, so it’s Rihanna every song. Who knows what appeals about this place (except playing pool, which is awesome), but it is super fun.
The Shacklewell again. Play here. Stay here. It’s kind of everyone’s local pub.