A thrifty little renegade and younger brother of the Workman’s Club. The external sign says: ‘saloon’ and ‘tavern,’ - it’s neither. It’s just short of being a restaurant within a pub within a nightclub. They’re mad for briskets and boast a massive big-ass BBQ where they love to choke their chicken and pull their pork. An odd setup sees a large window at the back out of which one must climb in order to access the smoking area. Their best features are an excellent view of the river and a peculiar association with taxidermy. The main bar has not one, but five stuffed deer heads, a small stuffed fox, and their beast de résistance: the almighty looming bison head, hairy and hefty and horny. This mascot-of-the-bar is often seen donning a funny hat donated by some absolute hero of hilarity. If you ask any of the staff for a Beamish, chances are they’ll have never heard of it. You’ll get a Guinness at a push, for alas, it’s the crafty beer that’s king here.

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