The Pipe and Slippers
Stokes Croft
Venturing out into the great unknown - or rather, the a-bit-further-down-Gloucester-Road-great-unknown - my fellow explorers and I managed to stumble across Stokes Croft watering-hole, The Pipe and Slippers. Not going to lie, both Cel and I have noticed it before - it's not the kind of name that you can easily forget. It was just, with the sprawling lady's legs on the sign, and the achingly cool student-types sucking on rollies outside, I was just worried that it might be another one of those mind-blowingly 'scene' gastro-pubs caught between a satellite town Wetherspoons and the canteen at Ikea. But WORRY NOT...
Dark wood furnishings, mis-matched armchairs, pies pies pies, a gluttonous selection of spirits, patchy worn leather, Weihenstephan Hefeweissbier, Dog Dancer Scrumpy, candles, and Sunday roasts... what's not to like?
As well as acting as as an ever-comfortable extension of your front room in the daytime; each Friday, Saturday and Sunday night sees a dazzling selection of Bristolian DJ's guaranteed to keep the pipe smoking into the wee small hours. Perhaps the best bit was the baffling selection of currency (real or fake?) stuck to the back of the bar. At least if you ran out, you could try paying with the $1 bn note...
Check out sister pubs The Windmill and The Lazy Dog. They damn sure got this one right, so I guess the others won't be far off...
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