I found the staff to be as friendly and warm as a newly defrosted fish.The place was dark,shutters drawn. Perfect for those who instinctively hiss whenever that big yellow thing in the sky shows it's face.Despite the lively trad band going depression hung in the air like a thick noxious vapour. Perhaps I walked in on a funeral party.The toilets however were the most pristine public loos I've seen in awhile, and that's across a few continents mind you.I will say one thing, despite the questionable freshness of the limes, this bartender knows how to pour a drink. And sometimes that's all you really need.
