Brass Monkey
If you’re the kind of bar-goer who gets smug at the sight of your drink being flung around in the stages of making, then Brass Monkey will massage your ego. With its old-skool funk ambience and low-rise candle-lit tables, we almost thought we’d stumbled into someone’s bachelor pad. Until we sat on some tree trunk stools and saw the trippy wall paintings of naked ladies with wolf heads. Then it was more as if we’d got so lost with Little Red Riding Hood that we’d stopped for a well-finished cocktail or two. And hey - if Little Red is a student she gets two quid off. Now that’s something to stumble home and tell Gran.
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