This is Alice in Wonderland on acid; the enchanted garden and trippy lighting make BarChick never want to leave. The largest and probably most renowned of the ruin pubs, this place is wig out. Nothing makes sense, everything’s a mess, gnomes swing from the ceiling, cars are used as tables and we love it.
Thriving throughout the year with inside and outside seating areas, they have something for everyone. Drink their own brand beer at £1 a pint and observe as people talk business, love and booze.
The drinks on offer here are pretty banging too, there’s a standard cocktail menu and apart from that decent mixers. Don’t deliberate for too long: the bar staff are a little twitchy and you don’t wanna make them mad, not in a backdrop like this one. Oh, and steer clear of the loos if you can help it, BarChick has seen some bad ones in her time but these should get an award…or a refurb.