The layout of this pub can be described as the inner workings of a giant's intestines if they were stuffed into a terraced house. The downstairs area has a mix of Olive green walls and stained wood furniture. As if the intestines were digesting pea soup and trees. Upstairs has a bar area, a staged area for live shows and an outside area for smokers and Nicole Kidman lookalikes. If you look pass the updated scenery you can almost hear the walls speak of their aging past. Like an vintage motorcar, it wishes to engulf the patron with it's rich history and dementia soaked class. The food is highly edible. Laden with a fabulous smell associated with good fresh ingredients prepared in a cozy yet clean and organized kitchen. Martha Stewart would be proud as punch. I've had my heart broken in this place recently. A crush which lasted three years destroyed in last than three seconds. Not sure how this might effect the star rating. The staff didn't know how to react to a grown man crying into his beer. As a result my IPA had a salty aftertaste.