Elbert Wurlings Bar

A rather peculiar name for a bar. This venue must literally be one of the only places to go out in hertford because it seems to attract people who are desperate to be there but for no visible reason. The building is a 1960’s arty build with big windows on the first floor looking out on the silent streets of hertford outside. There is an entrance fee, an empty area in front of the bar (which one would assume is dancing space) and booths along the side wall, all of which are hire-able. Take the stairs down to the second floor and fine a low ceiling, dark long room with another bar running along it. It has to be said that Elbert has a very serious problem. When you reach seven deep at the bar and drinkers are left thirsty while bar people jeer and play with one another, pouring the slowest cocktails man has ever know, it becomes the most frustrating venue. Like trying to pick up a super glued coin from a busy street it becomes a matter of abandoning drinking to sit and sulk in a corner while the mutton squeezes around you to trying and fleck hips as if dancing.

Overall poor elbert needs to hang up his hat. Maybe its just that it gets overcrowded at the weekends but I could see it as any kind of premium experience worth paying for but then if it is the only thing about then what are the inhabitants of this poor town to do? At least the bar girl - Christella, was more than accommodating - she deserves a raise! Only a 4/10.