143) Idlewild Bar of Fade Street, D2

The exterior is humble and modest but the interior - elegant and spacious, only the well dressed in their Sunday best, gentlemen of the pavement need not knock. Home of two massive emerald green couches that sit opposite an open fire. One could easily pass it by not knowing it exists. There’s an exterior sign that simply says ‘Bar’ but on closer inspection one will notice a copper panel to the left of the front door on which the name is vertically cut out. Probably gets a lot of custom from the neighbouring giant the Market Bar. Horny cocks chasing hen’s tails locked on cocktails, the lads deeply desperate to find willing females to give their app a little tap. The greater unwashed may inquire about a Guinness at the bar which reluctantly goes for a fat fiver. One would have to be a right arsehole to be a regular here.

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