The Portcullis

If you like really bad local vocalists covering Elvis songs then take yourself along to this odd pub in Staple Hill High Street.
I’ll try and be positive and say the locals are generally a friendly bunch and I don’t think you’d ever see trouble in the place. I think that’s about it for positives.
The selection of drinks is limited and on last inspection they only had a poor Butcombe for real ale fans. Other than that you’re stuck with Fosters/​John Smiths.
When the act comes on stage (well parks itself under the small old tv) that’s when it’s really time to leave. The volume of the singing is cranked up so loud that you’ve no chance of having a conversation and you’re forced to ‘enjoy’ whatever bilge is being sung.