Monday, 2 June 2014
1 Hills Street, Cardiff [map]
And so to shoppers' retreat Cosy Club. Which is neither cosy nor a club but does at least have a nice alliterative ring to it.
The whole gaff is on the first floor and is accessed by the weirdest staircase in Cardiff.
Imagine the design meeting. "Yeah, so what we're going to do, right," goes some beardy hipster fresh out of art college, "is stick a massive gilt-framed painting on the wall of… ahh… that king who had all the wives, surround it with a few other random pictures of… um… some old guys and… er… if there's any space left underneath, fill it in with some coloured planks of wood."
"Brilliant. You're hired."
It's tricky sometimes to distinguish between a bar and a barre.
The main drinking area is all retro lampshades, outsize cushions and leather armchairs so impossibly low you've no hope of getting up from them after a few pints.
Further on through and there's a separate dining area. If you're into that sort of thing.
These framed images of Country Life 'lovelies' are, somewhat incongruously, on the walls of the men's loos. Although, to be fair, if you're from the country, you're probably fairly used to the smell of excrement.
Lenin. (McCartney not pictured.)