Sunday night cut short. Loud bass music meant we gave the Pig on the Hill a miss.
Wanting a quiet drink and, in my builders’ boots and Shannon Matthews coat, having no inclination to negotiate the bouncers at the Bank or Spot, we headed for the Roaring Donkey.
This is the number one drinker’s pub in Old Town, tucked away off the main drag, betwixt an office block and some old warehousing. You have to be a local to know it’s there.
What’s so great about it? Hard to say. It’s friendly. It has atmosphere and you can enjoy a quiet pint (no mean achievement in a place where all the banks and traditional boozers have been turned into trendy wine bars and shisha lounges).