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?