Friday, 24 August 2012
Heol-Y-Deri, Rhiwbina [map]
Pure class, this joint. If the Farrow & Ball-esque paint job doesn't give it away, then the understated signage and artfully wonky hedge surely do.
It's The Photographer's round. So eager is he for a drink that he approaches the bar like Groucho Marx chasing a pretty waitress.
He initially panics at the apparent lack of lager-based products but calms down when it's explained to him that they're tucked away on the right. Foster's is ordered and all is right with the world.
Although a subsequent pint of Otley smells a bit like hair.
Still giddy with Olympic fever, The Photographer decides to set up an impromptu long jump competition in front of the bar with a few of the regulars.
Incredibly, given that he's about six pints in, he wins handily by clearing a massive eight metres, landing just beyond those chairs in the distance.
(Turns out that attempting the high jump when you're pissed is less of a good idea, as Ivan Ukhov demonstrates here.)
The locals are, unsurprisingly, dumbfounded by the sporting prowess they've just witnessed.
On the one hand, this elegant display of books looks dead classy. On the other hand, at the top of the pile is a biography of Victoria Beckham.
Deluxe smoking shed. You can even get these in Argos now.
Back inside and there's a formal dining area down one end.
We're not massively impressed by the menu though.