Manja used to be one of my go-to bars when I lived on Chesterland, down the street.
I'm really not sure why.
In those days, it was where members of the Indie Rock Fashion Show drank their tall boys and where a bunch of the reformed goths hung out when they got tired of seeing giant boobs hanging out of corsets at TheGothBar (aka The Chamber). Before people started throwing the word "hipster" around so heavily.
Ahhh, those were the days.
Now, if you go there....some random ginger kid will walk up, sit down next to you, and try to stick his tongue down your throat.
Pleasant.