LT's, Upper Edmonton, N18

It seems every pub in Edmonton has someone describing it as the worst pub they have ever been in and this would probably be my regional nomination. Originally called the Phoenix, for reasons unknown it now goes under the zingy, trendy but unfathomable moniker of LT's (there is a sister pub not a million miles up the road just to be awkward). The exterior proudly displays that they sell Fosters, John Smiths, Carlsberg and all the other mass consumer beers as if this is something unique and cheap blackboard scribbles will identity the name of tonite's DJ, more likely to be Barry or Steve than Annie Mac or Fatboy Slim. The single room bar is basically the shell of an old style traditional boozer that would have once had a traditional lounge/public bar set up. There really is little about the interior that warrants any mention. Dull plain walls, plain ceiling, plain open bar. Even the large mirrors that should break up the dullness are incredibly plain and boring. The windows are scruffy and partly frosted with nasty blinds. The number of TV screens (6 if I remember rightly) is totally out of proportion to the size of the pub and some are so close together that there really seems little purpose in them being there. On match day the place resembles the black hole of Calcutta with a regular healthy police presence outside and the sound of Chas N Dave blasting out endless Ossie's Dreams on repeat. The latest terrace chants are regularly formulated and auditioned for those who walk by. The 'Spoons opposite is positively classy in comparison.