Jumpin' Jak's

The term 'guilty pleasure' was invented for this joint. Alright, it's so crammed full of hens and stags on Fridays that it's a wonder that they don't sell hangover rescue packs, cucumber eye coolers and a guaranteed 'get me to the church on time' service on the door, but it doesn't charge over the odds or look down its nose at anyone who's out for a simple night of booze and boogie. The orchestrated staff dances at the end of the night (morning) are even endearing – they remind us of our gym teacher's attempts at aerobic warm ups, but with a fuzzier, vodka feel.

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