The Flute
Whilst taking a vodka-induced stumble down Hardman Street, we came across The Flute. Despite the outside sporting the washed-out chic look, we found ourselves pleasantly surprised as we attempted to sashay through the doors. With a live band crooning in the corner and TVs plastered round the walls, showing a mixture of music videos and sport, we immediately felt at home. Armed with a wallet-friendly pitcher of Sex on the Beach, after a short wait at the extremely crowded but fully-staffed bar, we settled down on one of the wooden benches. The verdict? The numb backside is worth it.
Rebecca Ferran
