Many times a mate will have told you to stay away from a pub because it is a "toilet", yet in the case of the Temple that's the whole reason for going there. Built in an old underground Victorian toilet you can enter, in these enlightened days, through either the Gents entrance or the Ladies one. Once in, the pub has cubicle proportions, probably best not taking 20 of your closest mates here, nor is it probably best taking a Paris Hilton wannabe on a date here. The pub is student, erm, chic? "Bohemian"?? The bench seating is part leather, part gaffer tape and the walls adorned with muso posters are barely recognisable through the dim lighting. The beer however is a dream, some of the best World beers you can come across served with genuine appreciation. Benefitting a pub that is a toilet the toilets here are something to be braved as opposed to being used and the smell is part joss stick/part Domestos, but as a breather from chain monotony this is a breath of fresh air!
Reviewed by peahead99
29 Apr 2009