Not one, not two, but three paintings by a certain Paul Joyce (great-nephew of James) adorn the back wall of this pub. That means we're in Irish territory. In fact, the name of this bar is Emerald Isle slang for fish-and-chips, the house specialty. Order a basket and you'll get flaky beer-battered cod fillets with a pile of crisp fries, perfect for soaking up malt vinegar. Wash 'em down with one of 12 beers on tap. Naturally, one of those is always Guinness.