I like how the builders and 'tradesmen' still stand at the front of 'their' bar and get rowdy of an early evening! and I've overheard some cracking rowdy conversations there. As soon as the pino noir lot come in (I could class myslef as one of them) you've got the pint swillers at the bar and the wine drinkers huddled in the back round the corner.It feels like it hasn't made the transformation from one to the other, ot indeed, it's confused as to which way to go. I may pop in on the way home for a crafty glass of red.