every evening, between 5ish and half past six, there is a guy stood at the bar in the back room of The Clifton with a home made sign that reads 'gone for a fag' and everytime he nips out the front for a ciggie, he props it against his pint of bitter. Just for that, you've got to love The Clifton.
There's a big front lounge, with flat screen TVs and a jukebox and some brown leather sofas, but we usually congregate out the back room where there's a pool table with LOADS OF ROOM around it, meaning you don't have to keep sayibg 'excuse me' or angling your cue at 45 degrees to take your shot. It's 50p a game, which is much cheaper than most places in Cardiff and the table is decent. So are the cues come to think of it.
The back room leads off to a smoking area with undercover seating and those really bright orange lukewarm heater light. Motly they stay switched off, thankfully.
If you go early in the evening, the TV out the backroom will be switched on really loud and you will see the following: wales today followed by either Emmerdale or Corrie. After that, it's anyone's game and you can either switch it off or put some sport on - they are your two choices.
There are usually some very drunk people patronising The Clifton of an evening, but usually they are funny and friendly and not aggresive and intrusive. You can earwig on some genuinely genius conversations if you sit out back and have a fag. If you don't have a Cardiff accent, you will be immediately accosted and asked 'you're not from around here are you?'. You will say no and then you will be told 'no, i didn't think so, not withthat accent'! It's brilliant. Often, people who have said this to you before were so drunk at the time that they can't remember and you go through the whole rigmarole again. Wonderful.
Top tip: don't play the bar manager at pool, he's a demon, and don't turn the TV off in the middle of a saop.
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