For a long time I feared Common. Long before the likes of Solita and Almost Famous popped up, Common sat in the Northern Quarter like the king of the castle. All the cool kids went there, with their loafers, beards and vintage walkmans. I accidentally ended up in there one Friday night, and was frightened half to death by a boy with a beard so large, I was convinced a few birds lived in it.
In recent years, I have overcome this fear, and found the quieter weekend afternoons a much more relaxed affair than that fracas on a Friday night. My husband and I have been in a few times for a drink, mainly because they have some decent craft stuff on tap.
The last time we went I vowed to try the food sometime soon; this was mainly because I had nearly stolen someone's burger from their plate as it passed me. Last weekend, I scratched the itch which was Common.
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