Crofters Rights is a decent pub on Stokes Croft. It seems like a millions years ago that it used to be ‘The Croft’ and while I kind of miss it, The Croft is now a welcome addition to the most bohemian part of Bristol. It’s a surprisingly big space, with a few long, tall tables for groups and a few smaller tables and comfy chairs. The bar has around 12 mostly unlabelled pumps but with guest ciders and ales written on the large board behind. It’s a nice touch and you can tell they change their beer/cider menu around quite a lot. One of the staples is Orchard Pig, which I Love. The Crofters Rights isn’t somewhere I’d go very often, but I’ve enjoyed myself every time I’ve been. The atmosphere is super casual and quite skatery. You’ll find a few skaters smoking at the large open end most nights and it always seems to stay open quite late. It’s not the best pub in the area, but you could do a lot worse.
Sam H.
Classificação do local: 2 Bristol, United Kingdom
Crofters’ Rights is, of course, the name of the law that allows a public school boy to legally have carnal knowledge of a small to medium sized dog. It is also the name of a drink-hole now situated in the northern quarter of Stoke’s Croft. This edifice used to be possessed by a phantom known only as the Croft. According to the Evening Post(I mean Bristol Post), it took sixteen and a half exorcisms to drive it out, which ultimately cost the lives of three Roman Catholic priests and a homeless man who was«just trying to join in». The Crofters Rights(sic) may abstain from using apostrophes or atmosphere, but(depending on the alignment of the planets) you will probably find plenty of «good beer» here. Personally, I’d rather be spoon fed Compass Centre-grade heroin and be forced to castrate my imaginary friends than listen to 19 year-old illustration students talk about how Scrillex was«iller back in the day». Your call chummy. Just remember the walls don’t bite…