An extremely dodgy boozer in Camden (long since closed)
The dirtiest, smelliest dank hole I think I've ever been drunk in, it had one redeeming quality and that was that it was possible to buy and smoke weed on the premises, rather like an Amsterdam coffee shop. The house dealer was the guy sitting on the stool at the end of the bar (he may not be the same person, but he always had the same seat) and once you'd got a bit of squidgy or skunk and a pint, no-one would give you any hassle whatsoever if you were to sit down and roll up a fatty. Except - and this was their only rule - you were not allowed to skin up on the table. They'd tell you off for that and you had to do it under the table on your knees.

My missus at the time loathed the place, but I thought it was brilliant. I never saw the slightest bit of trouble in there, they used to have open mic comedy and accoustic nights and you'd meet the widest range of people...one evening I (separately) made the acquaintance of a transsexual vampire named Booboo and an actress (famous for being in Friends) who I'd fancied since I was a teenager.
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Fri 7 Feb 2014, 15:55, 3 replies)

weirdly
the pub i've just written about had the same policy on not skinning up in full view.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Fri 7 Feb 2014, 16:00, closed)

I miss pubs like that

( Harpago ¯\(°_o)/¯, Fri 7 Feb 2014, 16:13, closed)

The Royal Exchange
Miss that place so much.
(motty, Sat 8 Feb 2014, 5:08, closed)