Despite Fountains of Wayne Frontman, the 'Truth Gets Old

First the Fountain frontman, then we see Billy Bragg grabbing a cup of joe to go while we sat at Haymarket.
The Dirty Truth is the uber Northampton scene, and their chilliness is starting to grate on me. Plus, the music is impossibly loud, and all my mates and I want to do is talk. Again and again when we come here I wonder why.
They brought out a Victory lager for Shoul, he took a sip and said it was flat. The tousle-haired waiter disagreed, but did us the minor courtesy of asking the bartender his opinion. Another twenty-something dude came out and declared that the beer was fine, while all of us sipped it with disgust. It was a showdown that the customer should have won, but somehow lost. (Here is his account of last night
You won't see us in the Dirty Truth any more, we'll be somewhere else on a Friday night where we can hear each other talk and though no rock stars may be present, the staff will be a little nicer.
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