This place is GROSS. I thought from the name it would be a standard British pub, but I was so wrong. I'm all up for punk-y and hipster dives, but this place is just a HOLE. I don't think the heat was working because it was freezing inside, so the taps to most of the draught beers were frozen. The only one that worked was their house lager, which smelled and tasted like yogurt! There was only one staff working the entire place, if you don't count the guy running the karaoke, which was another downfall. The book of songs had to be at least 10 years old, and the screen with the lyrics was facing the audience, so singers had to turn their backs to you. The back of the bar where the washrooms are smells like an Indian restaurant, and I normally love Indian food, but in this case is was weirdly out of place since they weren't serving food...