Bush inn

You'll find the Bush tucked away on Bull Ring in St John's, the kind of pub where the landlord knows what you drink before you order. It's all sticky carpets and honest ale here—no craft cocktails or gastropub nonsense. Walk in on any given evening and you'll clock the mix: shift workers unwinding, retired blokes nursing halves, locals who've been coming since the '90s. The atmosphere is properly lived-in, the sort of place where conversation actually happens instead of everyone staring at their phones. It's cheap, unpretentious, and does exactly what a neighbourhood pub should do.