If the Charles Dickens Tavern up the road would market itself as soccer and backpacker friendly, then the Sherlock Holmes is the exact opposite: it's classier, quiet, and all about having a good pint.

It's about twenty years old, features classic low ceilings (very English pub, we do say) and does big on the traditional idea of having a knees-up. A selection of ale and bitter is on hand, with food also being served lunch and dinner.

The bar staff generally like a natter, and there are plenty of tales on hand. Like the time the guv left an indentation in bench, he was so heavy .. ahh but that's another story.