please note - reviews on this site are purely the opinion of site visitors, so don't take them too seriously.
A stunning revival. Do visit.
Interesting range of real ales plus crafts and wines.
Interesting food.
Friendly, helpful staff.
Not overly gentrified and reasonable prices
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Went in there on a Saturday and the first impression you get is, I turn around a get out again.
But I did stay and had a Harveys Sussex best which tasted fine and was served by a friendly Asian guy. Good choice of real ales.
The people inside was of all sorts, one was sitting there as if he was dead. The other was talking to his wife who sat next to him as if she was 5 miles away from him.
Whole bunch of strange people but nobody bothered me.
Its near the Priory meadow shopping centre.
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A jewel in this stretch of the Hastings Riviera.
What a find, superb champagne cocktails and canapes served with old fashioned pre war deference.
Far better pre smoking ban though, like the boozer in Get Carter on acid, wonderful and long may it live.
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i think it's called irony, Zagreb, and your intepretation of postmodernist street talk is perhaps a little too literal. of course wicked is also spelt wkd, innit? and it's the blue stuff in a bottle that goes down well with chavs. anyway, it's a great unselfconscious pub and the landlord, victor, is a good laugh and a di(a)mond geezer; hansome too.
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Dimond is spelt Diamond, wickid is Wicked, nite= Night, spt is spit, or spot not sure. christ_our_saviour is therefore either stupid (75%) or lazy (25%)
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Dimond is spelt Diamond, wickid is Wicked, nite= Night, spt is spit, or spot not sure. christ_our_saviour is therefore either stupid (75%) or lazy (25%)
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great pub i love the place to bits theres nowhere better to spend a nice lazy day great company,beer,music what more could u want from a boozer? it also has a dimond staff and a wickid quiz nite on a sunday spt on
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great little boozer, lovely mid afternoon with the sun streaming through the windows onto the red seats and carpet giving the place a lovely warm glow. Good vibes, good jukebox. shame the lights at night couldn't be little lower. a great antidote to the trendy bars in the old town with their their 20-something IT managers and media-type clients. The clown doesn't do clients, only drinkers, heavy drinkers. good to know one part of hastings remains free from the regeneration game and it's costly white elephants. But how long will it last now the smoking ban's kicked in? watch that space.
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Fascinating,if only as some sort of curiosity! Previous comments are all accurate; I went in mid-afternoon, mid-week & was treated to two very pissed middle/old aged women having a farting competition. No feeling of threat in the place at all, just a bit surreal.
anonymous - 7 Jul 2007 12:01 |
Dirty, smelly and full of unsavoury characters it has to be the best place in town to waste a whole day and night, no-one cares who you are as long as you drink and enjoy yourself, cheap imported tobacco abounds and while it beggars belief the beers are actually good, which is amazing when the glasses they are served in can be described as murky at best. It is hidden away where all the disabled drivers park and they cast furtive glances in as they pass the ever open door, probably wondering which customer is going to steal ther car! Great pub.
anonymous - 25 Oct 2006 10:15 |
This pub should probably be closed for so many violations of health and safety, and that includes the staff.
HOWEVER - The atmosphere is strange in there, possibly because everyone is too pissed to care, but at the same time nosey enough to want to talk to you.
Not bad beer, small variety but what they do do is ok.
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i have to agree with the other reviewers. this is a most odd, but most brilliant little pub. i have had a couple of memorable nights out there over the years, always resulting in a very sore head the next day. worth a visit for the jukebox alone and garunteed to meet a few 'characters'...
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I used to stand outsidethe "Clown" pub as a kid - for hours and Hours whilst my Old man was inside getting plastered. I used to get the occaosional Vimto and a Bag of Chrisps passed out the door...Until one day I sneaked off to the end of the Pier... It caused chaos cos no one knew where I;d gone - they thought I had been abducted !!! Boy did I get a thrashing !!!
Anyway - has anyone gota picture of the Pub ? It would be nice to have it as a reminder !!!!
John Hurkett
[email protected].
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Was there last Saturday; surely the smallest pub known to man. Clientele do tend towards severe drunkeness, but it is a good laugh and the jukebox is superb. Whilst I was there a customer started to saw through the leg of a stool; his mate promptly fell off said stool (several times) and enquired, "Did anyone notice?"
Be very wary of the arm-wrestling Welsh lady in the crop-top - she beats everyone.
Andrew - 17 Mar 2004 12:44 |
filthy little pub that sells a tiny variety of beers and spirits and is frequented mostly by shoplifters. Best jukebox in the world though, and always fun on a stick!
george - 20 Feb 2004 19:09 |
