Walkabout

Aussie styled bar, which probably makes any actual Australian lose their billabong and throw a Sheila at the thought of being linked with it. Generally pretty shite, with expensive drinks, unless it's the student night. Has one glowing, redeeming, awe-inspiring feature: the best smoker's balcony in the city. Looking out over the canal, toxic nicotine fumes billowing around you; it's the perfect spot to make your drunken move. The lights glimmering on the dark water, the smoky breeze in your hair, and the pungent stench of vomit – this is as romantic as Broad Street gets.

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