A student populated cellar sternly guarded by grumpy gatekeepers. This place packs out like a tin of pineapples, and is little more than a tiny space filled with dusty bookshelves groaning under the weight of thousands of tomes. It’s also one of the best off-Piot bars you’ll find, and the preferred territory of dreadlocked girls wearing stripey leggings and acting very unladylike to the obvious joy of leery lads.