Review

Virtually next door to The Lyceum Tavern, although one less step away from the Lyceum Theatre, this pub should reassess its prices considering there is a Samuel Smith pub next door. After leaving The Lyceum Tavern, taking a five second walk and purchasing a round here, the difference in drink prices between the two pubs is astounding.

Watching the totty from the nearby King's College is more spectacular in this pub, as you can see them going into the ladies toilet on the CCTV monitor that is positioned for all the pub to see. This can also be the source of great amusement, and like us, you will find yourself going to the toilet primarily so you can clown about in front of the camera for the whole pub's delectation.

There are large round, high tables, ideal if yours is a large party, although the speed of the glass collection from the table's previous occupants was negligible - I think this is a DIY glass collection pub. Split across two levels, the single, lengthy, Victorian bar - crowned by a huge clock - is great for watching the sexy barmaid doing her business. I believe there is another bar upstairs, although the notices do not make it clear if it's a restaurant or an extension of the pub up the narrow staircase.

Any pub called The Wellington is:

1. named after the Iron Duke, or
2. named after a cap wearing Womble (who also went to Waterloo in fact, if you remember the song, but this Wellington was a train-spotter, not Napoleon's nemesis)

Fortunately, this pub is named after the former Wellington, a fact given credence by the vast array of weaponry and Napoleonic junk, hidden under the grime behind the bar, and the framed bayonets on the wall.

The football crowd appears to be tolerated, as there were 'football colours' in evidence during our last visit; two Brits wearing Brazil shirts, which I'm reliable informed by my football-loving buddies is a heinous crime. There are several quiz machines, which change on a regular basis.

One unusual feature of this pub are the electric sockets on the ceiling, which can only be for the use of Lionel Ritchie; if he ever visited this pub, he wouldn't be lost for a plug whilst he was "Dancing on The Ceiling..."

Taking the drink prices into account in The Wellington, go in The Lyceum Tavern next door instead.

Review by mr_psm