Fifty Two Degrees North

So named because the toilets get very hot during the summer, and it's north of Borneo. Probably. Anyway, who cares? This is one of the least–poncey poncey bars in town. It's a strange affair – the bar stretches alongside a raised seating area that, somehow, puts one in mind of being on a 1920s cruise liner. There seem to be curtains everywhere, which could make Catholics feel uneasy. But you forget all that when you discover there's no draught booze and you have to fork out silly money for bottles. There are always the groovy sounds and Absinthe to help you come to terms with it, though.

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