I must confess, it took me truly ages to get round to visiting the Hollywood, and when I eventually did, I couldn't imagin why I hadn't done it before.
Like all the best traditional pubs, it's a little dog-eared and maybe a little moth-eaten, but that's the way things should be. It's smaller than it looks from the outside folks, so don't be surprised if you get in and can hardly move an elbow. My first visit was a bit like that - on a Friday evening just after all the local businesses have turfed out their workers - ad execs and designers mingle with blow-ins and computer programmers, and we fit right in, being of the ilk. We eventually find a spot in the front bar, though unfortunately I end up right in the glare of a spotlight with nowhere to look. without being blinded.
Luckily, the circulation of punters at this time of night is pretty rapid, most folks just stopping in for one or two after work then moving on, so we get a seat and another round and chat about our favourite pubs from 'back home' (this is what happens when you get three expat poms together in a bar, whatever the jokes say).
review by: Jason