Central Commercial Hotel

Maybe it was the glittering, palatial wall of mirrors throwing the unwelcome reflection of myself back in my face like some kind of punishment, but I found this pub rather odd.
Dark and cluttered with ruddy-​faced drinkers and furniture straining beneath their weight, coming here gives you a bizarre sense of time having ground to a halt and paradoxically remaining that way forever. The Central is much nicer than the Midland next door although the difference is only marginal. They both evoke a ‘Pub of the Damned’ atmosphere that will stay with you until the day you die, or the time you move on to somewhere else.