The Slaughtered Lamb is home to a standard gastro-bar affair on the top floor, but descend into it’s bowels and you’ll uncover an intimate haven that looks like a cross between your Gran’s living room and a dodgy strip club. Picture animal print rugs with whisky stains and frilly lampshades dotted around. It may seem bizarre but these disparate decorating styles mesh quite nicely and provide the perfect atmosphere for the odd mix of pretty girls with guitars and gruff, foul-mouthed troubadours that are booked to entertain the crowd.
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