Now, the first time I went to The Vulcan I honestly thought I'd taken a wrong turn and was actually in a bloody mental institute, or a whole new realm of berserk. The place was filled to the brim with absolutely, stark mad, crazy people. And they were everywhere, on the tables, on the bar and literally hanging off the light fittings swigging from cheap cans of whatever was on sale. Me and my friend honestly held hands to go to the toilet, where I was introduced to a girl called Stacey who had fake eyelashes and a weak stomach.
I had never ever felt so out of my depth. Seeing bar staff doing shots with every customer was something that was brand spanking new to me but strangely the whole place had like a holiday/party atmosphere and after finding a little cwtch to hang about in with our cans of cider and trembling knees we soon got into the swing of it and amazingly I started to have fun!
If you're on a night out in Merthyr I'm told the Vulcan is compulsory before heading to the other wonders of pubs and clubs the borough have to offer.
Quite compact, it; 'don't half get hot in ere' One boy told me whilst mopping his wet brow, with his damp sleeve. And he was right; there were bodies everywhere, all a little moist too. Eeeerrrgggghhhhh.
Prices are good, almost too good to be true and although in my snobbery ways I was too frightened to sample an actual pint, I drank the cans and bottles that did the trick very nicely thank you.
Luckily no one stays long in the Vulcan, everyone seems to just move on so I'd recommend you go to the toilet before you go in and then use the toilets at the next establishment. To say they're not the best is the fairest description I can give.
Well worth a wander in thought, just to get the t-shirt!! read more
