And they're full of wankers.
I went to the Dove on Broadway Market Street for the first time in about 6 months yesterday. Now last summer I used to go there religiously on Sundays but I hadn't been since April.
Now it always had a bit of an air of pretension about it, but generally it was a good place with happy memories of me and my scally wag friends having roasts and getting munted on Belgian beer.
Now, I don't like to be judgemental, but I went in yesterday and it was full of stereotype poshos slumming it in East London types talking about shoes and the cost of living on a parent's allowance. I didn't think these people actually existed, but they all seemed to conglomerate there.
The day was ok because the company was good, and the food and beer were excellent as par norm, but I don't think I really want to go back again. Don't you hate it when other people ruin places and memories for you