Cardiff - Pubs & Bars - Pubs
Oh wow. I've never had quite such a strange experience in a pub as when I visited Splotlands. There was a private function going on in the big back room and a lot of smart-looking people wearing their best Sunday frocks were sat around having a jolly time. Then the Karaoki started.
Wow. That's all I can say. Apart from "If I never hear the song 'if tomorrow never comes' again it will be soon!".
Out the cosy little smoking garden at the back of the pub, four girls were sat chatting in another language (it sounded like Gaelic!) and a very creepy looking guy was stood right behind them just staring at them..and staring...and staring. I was pretty sure he didn't know them.
In the front lounge, a group of old regulars were tucking into sandwiches sent through by the private partygoers, munching and having a conversation in what can only be described as "shout". Then one of them fell asleep, sat upright. His mate didn't seem to notice.
Me and the other half fancied a game of pool, but couldn't get a look in as a bunch of teens were quite posessive of it!
Oh yeah - last but not least. Prepare to get covered in slobber as the pub's dog is very friendly and will eat anything it can find on the floor (she seemed to really like the skittles that one of the teenybopper pool maestros kept slipping her. Hmm - taste the rainbow). She paces up and down the room, checking out new customers and if she finds someone she likes, will sit on them until they scratch her or give her affection.
All this on a Sunday night!
Check out my review of Splotlands Hotel - I am Tommowinnie - on Qype
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