The Wheatsheaf is completely at odds with the surrounding city... which in itself, is part of the charm.
It's a real old codger boozer, which means decent real ale, packets of pork scratchings that could make every tooth in your skull shatter and old women tutting at their handbags.
If you like that sort of thing, which I do, then it's great.
Of course, this being a predominantly working class ale house, students would probably feel a little intimidated by the patrons. There's really no need. You won't get a punch but they will laugh at your stupid hair.
Occasionally, on a Sunday, you'll find a man with a mobile disco unit surrounded by half a dozen people singing along to 'Sweet Caroline'.
This is one of those pubs that is crying out to be filled with cigarette smoke and filthy laughs. Mercifully, there's an abundance of the latter. read more