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| - Walked into the F&F one cold evening with Bryan G and his partner Geoff F. Upon entering, I was immediately taken by a) their incredible warmth (the pub's not Bryan and Geoff) and b) the aroma of something we could not define. Was it like the inside of a head shop or a gentlemen's club? Organic, kind of floral, but kind of spicy too. It wasn't offensive but we actually sat upstairs to soften the blow of this mystery smell, and where -- it was promised -- it would be even warmer.
Right they were. It was hot as a crotch up there.
We ordered up some pints and at the server's reco grabbed a pound of pineapple and curry wings. I was dubious about the Guinness, but no one ever pours it right. As for the wings, not only did they come out in less than five minutes, they were saucy, enormous, and delicious. Good call, pub dude. Two wings in I realized, THIS is what the pub smells like. Pineapple and curry pack an olfactory punch.
Obligatory Title Pun: Dum, dum, diddle, to be your FIDDLE.
Menu Readability: Exactly the same as every other pub in the city.
Need to mention: They have a rooftop patio.
What this place teaches me about myself: That's another ABBA OTP Susan C!
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