As a fly, I obvi­ously have some dis­taste­ful habits, and I am some­times accused of buzz­ing too close to pre­ten­sion or polit­ic­al bias. Well, I’m hardly going to change the habits of a life­time, but just this once here’s a mys­tery bar without a hint of pre­ten­sion.

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No bur­lesque dan­cers or pan-Medi­ter­ranean tapas here, mate! It’s beery, blokey and beefy, and if there’s any pre­tence about it, it’s that it’s pre­tend­ing to be some­where else: the South Island backblocks, from the looks of things.

So, what and where is it?