We called in here for a drink. Lovely little place with friendly staff. The only issue was a horde of caravan parkites with Manchester accents who descended like a plague. We moved outside but unfortunately some of them followed us and sat chain-smoking while a pot-bellied little man with a moustache tried to engage us in conversation. We left without making our excuses. Not the fault of the owners at all but possibly best to avoid during the annual Manchester invasion.
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