A bit of a rough old pub. We just so happen to enter this venue in the middle of a football match and it seems all eyes are fixed on the many screens around the room. In fact I am not sure I have seen a room so crowded in the middle of the day before so far from the centre of a city. Sweeney’s does sit quite focally on a high street of sorts and the tube station is only a short trot down the road. Outside smokers sit on a few prepared tables and young mums brood over each others children in track suits with heavy makeup. Within; it is a ninety per cent male crowd, and surprisingly expensive at more than £3 for a shot of aftershock. There is a good selection of beer on tap but the bottle fridges look somewhat empty, the fake torches of fire flickering their little light bulbs on the wall and the sports trophies shining in the light make the place seem a little.. daunting.
We leave with some level of haste with the scowls of hooded thugs behind us, not a place I would likely look forward to enjoying even a whole pint - 4/10