Buro Bar (closed)

Wondering why I was sitting alone in this empty, dark and lonely bar in the middle of the day, I glanced across the road into the window of a shop saying 'my other body's a model' and 'I'm not fat, I'm pregnant'. I took another slurp of my alcopop – well it was 2pm –, and watched the rain wash the seagull crap off the car parked outside. Then I remembered the debauchery of the weekends and I remembered what Buro's got going for it – it's a great place for a few jars at the weekend – no pretention, no one cares what they look like and everyone seems to be having a laugh. Fills up during the day when a match is on the large screen.

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