Cotton Factory

The Cotton Factory started off life with slightly pretentious aspirations, that once again, as seen many times previous to this, failed to deliver. There was a large mish mash in clientele, the food was pretty dire, it was expensive, the menu was boring but pouffed up with fancy descriptions and the bar staff were on the snotty side of anything you could consider genial.
Glad to say that over recent months its finger has been royally yanked from it’s backside, and the menu has been renovated and Cotton Factory sits comfortably well with itself. During the day the big screens and light music are a nice accompaniment to a spot of light lunch with friends. There’s a rustic meets retro meets swish combination of styles going on décor wise here, but whilst you’d think they’d fight horribly with each other, it all seems to compliment itself.
As the day meets evening, urbanites and students sit nicely alongside each other, the two distinctive spaces offer refuge for one from the other, and when early afternoon hits night time, the client mix ages slightly to the wine swilling poshettes that despise the likes of Lloyds Bar over yonder. And when the bright lights turn to tasteful moody hues, there’s a sense of the swish in the air, without being too pretentious everyone else is laughing at it.