BSB Corn Street

I gave this two stars because of the location. Its right in the centre of Corn Street so makes it a convenient place to stop en-​route to clubs/​other bars… but don’t do it! It’s large inside but is only really full when there is a football game on TV.
It tries to be dark and ‘moody’ however it only manages to achieve creepy. Drink prices aren’t even that cheap so if I were you press onto the Whetherspoons up the road (and that’s saying something!).
Avoid at all costs if you are a remotely attractive woman who wants a quiet drink with her friends. Avoid at all costs if you are a man who has a remotely attractive girlfriend, you will probably ‘look the wrong way’ and end up spending your night in Bristol General hospital.

I say this in no uncertain terms — this place is a hole. It’s filled to the brim with the dregs of society. I didn’t mind it so much when it was confined to the Waterfront, but now it has infiltrated Corn Street, meaning that I am even closer to direct contact with its clientele. I have had the misfortune to enter this place once and my experience was as such: It was somewhat like a cheap, soft-​core porn studio, featuring the Ben Sherman brigade with their uniform of stripy shirts, desperate to bed one of the hideous, orange, Big Brother-​contestant-​wannabes in their belts and cheap stilettos. So desperate, in fact, that some of them seemed to deem it appropriate to ‘go at it’ in the venue itself. You know the kind of place I mean — if you’re into that, then I apologise. Otherwise, steer well clear.