Budda

Bar Budda, although a little more imaginative than the majority of chain pubs, seems to attract a bit of a dull crowd. Reminiscent of those school disco days of yore, the boys stand around in groups, hands in pockets, gawping at the footie on the flatscreens, while the girls in their gaggles giggle round bottles of the tramp's piss which is cleverly marketed as house white. And never the twain shall meet. We don't want to do it down too much. Budda isn't a bad place - it's just a little soulless, and has sort of ended up being an easy option for people who don't know where they should go for a jolly night out.

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