There aren’t many businesses you can say have hosted some of the more sinister experiences of your life, but Tasties holds that title for me. A small, eerily lit café located on St Paul’s small and somewhat dilapidated high street area, it serves Caribbean food by day to a crowd pretty much entirely formed of locals, and by night — like many neighbouring cafes, pubs and restaurants, lock-ins. I found myself here after taking a wrong turn for the Star and Garter and was served the strongest rum and coke I have perhaps ever had the misfortune to taste, surrounded by some sinister company indeed in a weird atmosphere. We legged it after the sexual aggression became too much to handle, and sought refuge in a slightly tamer(although no less locals-only, this is no average nightlife strip) pub on the same street. It’s clearly not the kind of place which is used to(relative) strangers to the area invading its personal space, so unless you’re born and bred St Pauls I’d stay away.
