
Heavily reeking of a typical British pub, you’d bet the sticky floorboards of sport fan’s armpit and spilled booze could recite Liverpool’s “You’ll Never Walk Alone” if you rolled it through a musical box. White collar corporates by day, rowdy British backpackers by night, the stodgy fare requires a coldie to wash the grease down.

Pizzas with that charred taste.

Cajun crumbed chicken strips won’t save your expanding hips.

Same for the well greased batter encasing the fish and chips.
2 / 5 yums!
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Where? 131 Queen Street, Melbourne, VIC
What? Mains around $15