Bristol Schmistol! Well the king's head + doom bar beer were superb but the gloom? Why can't we fucking eat in this place? This wouldn't happen in mcr. The first two 'restaurants' looked good but although they were a third full turned us away as they were too busy. The third was fishy. It was a fish restaurant that smelled like a fish bin. So here we are, starving, eating in a jumped up Wetherspoons style pub listening to shabba ranks + paying southern prices. Three eighty for a flat Stella. I'm going straight back to the king's head for doom and Phillip's alcoholic cordial.
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