Outside it looks like a dive. Inside, it gets worse! The bar is a large, centrally-positioned, oval, wood monolith with tarnished brass fittings. Most of the space where customers might otherwise be able to sit is taken up by a pool table. Proper ale doesn't exist. You can get a pint of Stella and (if you are very patient and persistent) a warm glass of wine.
Etched glass windows decorate the doors to the loos, and there??™s a weird shrine to West Ham football club glued to one wall. The place claims to do food, but I'm not sure I would want to push my luck that far. You're safer sticking to crisps.
Dont upset Ollie "The Kelvinator" (landlady), it's rumoured she's never been out in daylight. A chav pub, frequented by substance abusers, loud, ignorant locals and sellers of fake Viagara. Won't be my venue of choice next time I happen to be passing through.