Old Skools, Torquay

One of the plethora of self-styled café bars that seem to infest Torquay. This is a dark and basic one room affair in cream and maroon, with a pool table at the far end and also a dart board. Loud music blarting out of the speakers despite the lack of customers. One ale (Full Brazilian) from a brewery I forgot to note which was watery and unimpressive in condition. Thatchers proper cider also on. Visit cut mercifully short when my companion decided to expel a pretty horrific gas build-up at the bar which didn’t go down too well. Can’t blame them really. Probably mutually agreeable that we don’t cross paths again.