Dicey's, for the visitor from out of town, is a funny old place. On one hand, it has a very familiar feel to it - it's your archetypal indie bar with a loud jukebox, average beer and z-shaped scruffy teens slumped in booths waiting to get drunk enough to get off with people. Of course, there's an older crowd who have either graduated to other pubs but go back for nostalgic reasons (or to get off with 18 year olds no doubt). Essentially, Dicey's is the rock haunt.
On the other hand, its far more than a scruffy pub. Because, somehow (and I can't work this out at all, schematically), you can walk up some steps and find yourself in a cavernous club that plays all the indie and rock classic, dragging in people from far and wide.
The atmosphere is pretty rough and ready, but not really threatening in any way. There's acoustic nights and gigs, which should flick the switches of anyone finding themselves in their with a penchant for music.
As it's an indie haunt, fully expect people over the age of 25 to tell you 'it's not as good as it used to be'. read more
