It's not so often you hear Lambchop played in a bar, though maybe it was just for the name of the track - the man who loved beer. Since I was the only one there at the time (public transport boy gets there too early, once again) I may well have been hallucinating over my lemon, lime and bitters. They also played the whole of Cibo Matto's Stereo Type A later on in the night, though it doesn't really "go" with piped reruns of black and white films like The Postman Always Rings Twice on the ring of TVs around the outer walls. High school buddy Steve seems to have adopted this as his place of choice in lieu of the Napier, over the past 9 months or so. It seems nice and airy, as if it's a miniature barn or something, with a mix of couches, tables and chairs. They're big on cocktails, which doesn't excite me, but that's ok. It's comfortable, and a bit homey (but not in the Big Yellow Shorts way).

(sorry, I forgot to take photos, despite being there for a good 5 and a half hours.)