The Mardyke is an odd little place. It's cheap, by the river and full of the oddest mixture of people I've ever come across. Of course though, this makes it brilliant!
Don't come here expecting some kind of gastro experience, the drinks are cheap, the glasses are likely to be chipped and the bar offers lots of cider! There's also the obvious others, like lager, spirits, wine and ale. But it would seem silly to come here in Bristol and not have a glass of west country punch juice, the place stinks of it. Oh and it's ridiculously cheap, like Wetherspoons style prices, but without actually having to go to Wetherspoons, which is a bonus in itself.
There's a little bench on the outside of the pub that becomes crowded at the weekends, and you're likely to join the mixture of sailors, students, poshos, trendies and oldies in swearing, spilling your drink, smoking, singing and jeering after a few drinks. In the summer you can always cross the road and drink your drink with your feet dangling over the water if you don't fancy all that was aforementioned.
The Mardyke feels a little like a less Irish and more Bristolian version of the working-class quarters that were depicted in Titanic, but if it were an 18 rather than a 12, if you know what I mean. A true Bristol experience and an epic pit stop on your way into town. read more