Have drank in there for years.
Someone said "from Dom to Dave" - which just about sums it up.
I remember one afternoon on a Beatles weekend Monday, it was quiet in there and he was trying to kick some lad out who was with his mate.
It was a weird scene (and was freaking me out a little as I had severe shakes from a heavy weekend of binging) as the lad seemed genuinely
convinced he'd done bugger-all wrong. Dave took his pint off him in the end - but the other barman (the really nice lad who died not long ago (sorry,
I'm bad with names)) was looking on and clearly didn't seem to think Dave was in the right.
He's a good red though