This venue is closed.
Even if it doesn't stay open past the legal drinking curfew as its name might imply, this British-owned bar provides a quaint sanctuary for consuming alcohol into the wee hours. Dark-stained, rustic woods meld with deep red walls to create a warm, affable milieu that's clinched by tall ceilings, dim lights, and scattered antiques. In a nod to its name, vintage skeleton keys and padlocks hang on the wall behind the bar—the pièce de résistance being the iron chastity belt poised above the tall chalkboard list of beers (about twenty in all). Low-key locals pop in just before dinnertime to snatch some of the owner's delivery pizza or entertain themselves with billiards, darts, wobbly checkerboard tables, and an indie-rock-filled jukebox.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.