A British Pub in an old house smack dab in the middle of PHX. Of course I'm going to love it.
Solid beers on tap, non-wallet gouging prices. Should be a five. I hold back because the food menu was sparse at best. We didn't even bother given the lack of choices. Also, since there was nobody there on the early Saturday afternoon it wasn't an issue, but the bathrooms (location and lack thereof) could be a problem on a busy Friday night.
I think my favorite part may have been the giant paintings of British icons scattered throughout the bar. It set a nice tone and provided an atmosphere in the place that made me immediately think 'Yeah, I can see myself getting hammered here.'