When the owners of this cluttered temple to da blooze hit upon the idea of using a Georgia White song title as its name, they could have plumped for ‘Hot Nuts’ or ‘Take Me For a Buggy Ride’.
Yet it’s the risqué singer’s 78 of ‘The Blues Ain’t Nothin’ But…’ that’s been given pride of place facing a cabin-like bar counter where pints of Adnams Bitter and Broadside, as well as Bitburger, Murphy’s and Mad Goose Purity are dispensed and duly taken back to a saloon-style back room accommodating the seating. That’s where the live music takes place most nights of the week, performed by tail-shakers happy to have a residency and equal acclaim from tourists and local enthusiasts.
The staircase down to the toilets is decorated with caricatures of great names in blues and wider genres (the one of Screamin’ Jay Hawkins is a work of art). Overall, a likeable student-bohemian vibe sets this place apart from the trendier spots along bar-lined Kingly Street.