Profil von hempknight

a good place for gigs, but other than that it’s not somewhere i tend to frequent…having said that, i have been to the monday night rock club a few times in recent weeks, and it’s actually a whole heap of fun!

however the most obvious criticism is access - a whole heap of stairs between you and the music!

times must be tough for the driftwood crew - even a 50% off all food deal, doesn’t seem to be enough to save it.

the food in question was such disappointing fare, it should have been 100% off!

when it’s not devoid of people suffering the food, it’s crammed to the rafters with student types (the ones who have no real sense of a good night out, the ones who think cascada is the epitome of good dance music, and think a good saturday night in involves britain’s got talent) shovelling cheap booze into their throats in order to make the prospect of bedding another of their unnatractive ilk slightly more pallatable.

you may have gathered, i don’t really like this place…

i have very fond memories of eating a christmas dinner here with some classmates before heading back to ireland over the festive period…

great food, great service, all wrapped up in a quirky bundle of charity shop furniture and crockery. absolutely joyous.

it’s a stonking boozer as well. always has a great atmosphere, and more often than not, there’s some great live music.

not just good for a swift half…you could easily lose days in this pub.

if you’re an art school student, you’re best using their in house millers to be honest.

however, this one is much bigger (for example they have the mighty tervakoski sketch roll!) and the staff know their product. i make a point of asking for what i need straight away, so as to avoid aimlessly wandering the aisles in search of that elusive 0.13 pen nib!

they have a great student discount available as well. thoroughly recommended!

to be frank (my name’s not frank…but i fancy trying it out for a bit), jack daniels belongs in a glass…with ice…and maybe a dash of coke…not anywhere a dip, sauce, or indeed a piece of chicken!

other than that, the food here is good. not great, but good. and it’s well priced. the free refills are a boon as well.

i know a lot of people rave about the tgi cocktails - but they really ain’t all that and a bag of potato chips. eat your food here, and then head to the blue dog for your cocktails!

it’s always been pretty quiet in here any time i’ve been in…and that’s no bad thing. i like quiet pubs - i really do. just somewhere you can sit and be...in peace, no less.

if you’ve been out “romancing” it’s definately a good shout for that apres-dinner drink - nice little booths to hide away in.

there appears to usually be some sort of sport on the televisions, but the volume is always minimal (so you won’t get bothered by it).

this is a pub. and i mean that in the most affectionate way - a place where men drink manly drinks and speak of manly things in a manly fashion while looking…well, manly.

no spills, no thrills. it’s a pub - did i mention that? they show football on a regular basis (because it’s manly - are you beginning to see the theme?).

trying to sum this place up puts me in mind of the frankie boyle line - guy goes into a scottish pub, asks for a lager and lime. the barman looks at him and says “we don’t do cocktails” - manly!

tickets for the arches nights (pressure and death disco being the ones i frequent most regularly) are pretty expensive - but you pay for what you get, and that is top notch djs and great music.

the club takes its name from the old railway tunnel arches that give the place its grungy and industrial feel…it has a great atmosphere, but gets damn sweaty on the dance floor, so check your coats in the cloakroom.

not that i advocate the use of certain substances certain clubbers indulge in, you should bear in mind that the drinks are pretty expensive.

my one beef is the door staff - sensibly enough they won’t let you in if your showing more than slight signs of pre-club merriness (sober faces at the ready!), but they can be a bit egomaniacal…i was once refused entry (sober at the time i might add) for making a joke with a friend in the queue…apparently, one of the bouncers overheard and it disagreed with their lack of a sense of humour.

if i remember rightly the joke was something harmless…possibly about guinness looking the same coming out one end as it does going in the other…some people, eh?

and as a final note, i might be getting on in years, but the last time i was at death disco i spent a large part of my evening, to my horror, feeling like i had been trapped in an episode of skins…hmmm…

first things first, avoid edwards like the plague - get your arse upstairs to reflex as fast as your drunken legs will carry you…and bask in the retro glory, like david hasslehoff basks in the adoration of german fans.

this is a great spot to start a birthday night out - i mean, where else do you have a half decent chance of hearing “let’s get crazy” by prince (as an example i tried that in the garage once, and the dj replied with “who?”).

it’s always busy and has a great atmosphere, and the drink is by no means the most expensive in town - and as a child of the eighties, how exactly can i say no to a rowdy and good-natured sing-along of “i think we’re alone now” by tiffany!?

so i took my better half here last night, in order to take advantage of their “tapas for a tenner” deal (runs sun-thurs)...and, i must say, a damn fine time was had by all…and, by all, i mean both of us!

so, the menu is slightly limited, but who cares? you get to eat as much as your distended stomach can handle!!

the service is friendly and rapid, and food is really good. my only minor quibble with the place is the decor - tis a little too orange for my taste and the presence of a van gogh print is beyond me (he was blooming well dutch if i remember correctly)...

all in all, viva l’espana!