I found myself in here this past weekend as part of some stag-do celebrations happily combined with England's first world cup game.
The first time I came here I was 18 wearing a pink sparkly cowboy stetson, a curtain as a cape and dancing like a lunatic. I was king of the world. I can confirm that there are still a large amount of 18 year old drunk idiots coming here for a party, and good luck to them. I'm just a bit too old for it.
On the plus side, it was the best place to be for the England match. The atmosphere was great and the the bar service was quick despite the huge crowds.
For me, these days, the Walkabout in Newquay is a good place to grab some cheap food and a couple of pints during the day whilst taking a break from the beach. I wont be caught in here once the sun goes down. read more