The Graduate

Formerly a Firkin pub until they firked off, and let that equally tedious 'it's a scream' lot take over and paint the thing a garish shade of yellow. Giant Jenga and Connect 4 keep the potential nuclear scientists happy as they dent their bank accounts making use of their yellow cards. I suppose an afternoon in here beats any seminar, but you wouldn't want to make a habit of it. There aren't any Dustin Hoffman look-a-likes, but there are plenty of students with glazed expressions –presumably dreaming of seducing one another's mothers.

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