The Fat Cat chain has somehow morphed in a lot of places into rather trendy bars, eschewing the traditional pubs we first came across under the same name - not that this is a bad thing. This very central bar has just about everything one could want from a bar: comfy sofas and chairs scattered throughout, a more discreet cocktail bar area with leather-clad booths, and a large enough beer garden mainly intentioned for those addicted to the devil weed. And cocktails are probably the drink of choice for the most part, as there's not a great deal of choice on the taps, with John Smiths being the closest they get to real ale. Numerous lager choices and Guinness Cold fill the rest of the taps, which is probably fine for the regulars. It's pleasant enough, and the competent staff proved they had a sense of humour when we were last in, admonishing one group that this was not a playground and alcohol was not a toy! We had to agree, and held our breath to see if the miscreants would be kicked out of the sandbox, but to no avail. Never mind, it's still pretty reasonable for central Leicester.
Reviewed by septic
14 Oct 2009