Slattery's, NW1

The name and the baseball cap wearing blokes sitting at the tables behind the railings at the front would put a lot of people off, but this place is a harmless enough shop conversion pub. There is no real ale and the generic draught selection would suggest that it has not differed since the good old days when it was Father Ted's. Apart from a few locals dotted about and a group of lads on the pool table it was pretty quiet, but I decided to have a half of Guinness as there was a sickly sweet smell wafting through the pub and Knuckles the Hampstead Heath night rambler was sitting at the bar. This place isn't that bad, but there are better pubs nearby so I doubt that I'll ever return.