Sometimes the place is just in a state when you're stepping over empty bottles and passed out Raveners, some with black eyes from brawls the night before.
More slander. You won't see any passed-out patrons in this joint. We like to keep places nice and tidy. If you look like you've had enough and can't walk out of the door, you will get thrown through it.
But despite this, if you occasionally find a battered drunk or two sleeping it off in the most inconvenient of places, there's a perfectly viable explanation. They're staff.
I think you might be afraid of your own cleanliness endorsement, Finn, because your hyperlink - is working now - thanks.
That's a bit like those health and nutrition advice posters they had to hang up at European McDonald's branches after "Supersize me" came out - they are so well hidden, nobody can find them.
Anyway: the beer is good, the conversation better, the crowd phantastic, and the food menu looks appetising (though I havn't ordered anything yet). So overall, I am happy for the peanuts issue to be overlooked gracefully.
I escalate my drinks in the order my paternal ancestors told be to do so. Heightens the enjoyment.
Okay, the hunting puts a damper on the food menu... I knew that it would have been too good to be true. Because that makes the 'Kangaroo Steak' quite a hassle to order, really... Hmm... 'Yak Stew à la Stoo' sounds more promising and less labour-intense now...