Firewater

INSIDE: A huge print featuring Paul Simonon of The Clash smashing his bass greets us as we enter. A good start. Like a rock and roll Tardis, downstairs is much bigger than the narrow exterior would have us expect. There's a comfortable seating area, a sweaty looking dancefloor and a DJ trapped in a cage spinning endless guitar classics.

CLIENTELE: A friend of The Skinny once told us you have to be "Indie'd out your tits" to go to Firewater. Whilst it's certainly true that the clientele are mainly the young student type, we also notice a group of middle aged men making use of the two massive American pool tables on offer. Certainly not Indie. Although they do have tits.

MAGIC MOMENT: Requesting the incarcerated DJ play Johnny Cash's "Folsom Prison Blues".

ATMOSPHERE: Plenty. The place reeks of it. So much so that The Skinny's eyes begin to water as we try and breathe it all in. Firewater is open 'til three every night of the week and also doubles as a club; a great stop off before heading elsewhere or a worthy place to spend the rest of your night.