Bristol:
Music venue, bar, and noodle bar, but pub? Yes, just. Again, we were out of the target demographic, but this was the least bad option for us: there were seats, we got served instead of ignored, and the music wasn’t actually dreadful (in fact, it was OK). No draught ale, but bottled Butcombe, and the barman was welcoming. Floor was a bit sticky, but I suspect that didn’t matter to the usual customers.
Bristol:
There was a bit of a quandary with this one: was it a pub?
It calls itself a bar/diner, but felt just sufficiently pubby. It’s very hipster, though, as IIRC a “mixologist” was advertised, FFS. Beer and wine both fine, staff OK too, but not my thing. I felt old.
[edit]: Now an O’Neils.
Bristol:
A small, proper, traditional pub just a short walk from the centre of the city. There’s so much to like here- the atmosphere is laid back and friendly, there’s board games, and music that customers can choose from the stack of vinyl, that you can hear but talk comfortably over. The beer is an ever-changing mix of cask and keg, the cask being in great condition. No food, except crisps & pork pies.
Oh yes: there’s cats too. 14, apparently, of which we saw about 7 or 8. They wander about at times, but often just sleep contentedly in cardboard boxes on the bar top, happy to let customers and bar staff fuss them- and just to be clear, I’ve rarely seen cats more content or happy, despite the customers, and they’re free to come and go as they please.
So generally, it’s wonderful.