A good old-fashioned pub with two distinct and separate bars. A public bar, and an oddly named restaurant bar. Which was more like a lounge bar - although people were eating in there. Well, two people.
I had an GK IPA, which was £2 for a half! None of the profits seemed to have stretched to a cheery barman though. I strolled through to the public bar, where a chap was looking for Kriss Kristofferson on the jukebox by searching under 'Chris'. The music eventually came on, so I went back to the lounge bar - and shock horror the juke box was piped through to there too! Is there no escape from such aural torturous tedium??