Lichfield:
It’s a little hipster, but what do you expect, in affluent Lichfield, and the advantage is you get a good selection of cask and craft ale. Busy on a Friday afternoon.
A small bar downstairs, and another area up a set of stairs (as are the toilets) that are quite seriously steep if you’re old and fucked, like me.
The aforementioned cask was in good condition, and the craft and Belgian selection is *huge*. Pleasant staff, no food that I could see, music was either quiet or non-existent. Group of much younger and much cooler than me lads sat next to us, using the USB charging points(!). Decor is reproduction enamel signs, stripped floorboards, old wooden tables. Not at all unpleasant.
Manchester:
I was reluctant. We were eating nearby, and the previous place we passed was an All Bar One, home of overpriced drinks for the terminally uninspired, and this looked a bit hipster, and had the currently fashionable 90s revival exposed cable tray, but it redeemed itself with a great beer selection: I had to have Temple of Love from Hopcraft. There were hipster types, but prices were surprisingly OK.
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.
In Ur Pubz, Drinkin Ur Beerz