That is one AWFULLY run pub. A pub for pricks.
I went in one day for a match, I think it was Chelsea vs Spurs. This c**t at the bar was reading the paper. I sat up next to him to watch the match.
"Excuse me, you're in my way"
"You're reading the paper"
Yer man just looked outraged, and after a few seconds said something like "I can read a paper and watch a match at the same time".
I told him to fuck off, and he complained to the barman Tom. Fucking child.
Luckily Tom and I would be friendly so he just said "oh right yeah" to this wanker.
Not sure if I've been in since. The food is overpriced and poor quality, and they're always making unnecessary changes to the place. Who's idea was it to knock that wall between the bar and the "restaurant"? Absolutely ruined the place.
I'd nearly pop over for a pint as I'm in Douglas but I'm wearing an Ireland jersey and genuinely don't know if they'd serve me as I'm not wearing a Tommy Hilfinger polo and boat shoes.
It's a shame as Mick Gilmartin who runs it is a gentleman and in my experience the place is flying when he's there, and falls to shit when he's not.