The Hank Marvin, Swansea

Newly-opened and a strange restaurant-cum-bar hybrid, with rooms either side and no obvious 60’s retro kitsch or framed pictures of the man himself – I presume the name must be ropey rhyming slang. Visited late evening and walked into a packed bar with a singer on the go; though when I tried to order I got a look of horror as it dawned on the staff I was just an idiot off the street who had no ticket for the event taking place, so they politely shooed me into the dining area in the other room which was completely empty and had no atmosphere or pubbiness at all, whilst they insisted on table servicing me – Jesus, I just wanted a beer and to pay-up. 2x Felinfoel cask, IPA (a surprising NBSS 3.5) and Double Dragon. A strange 20 minutes all-round.