Duke Of Clarence

The last Duke of Clarence of died in 1892 of pneumonia. Needless to say, this isn’t a review of him, but of a backstreet boozer that is found on Clive Road, just off Cowbridge Road East.
First and foremost, be very careful upon entering the bar. Danger could be lingering. No, it’s not all rough and tumble, Wild West saloon style but the dart board is right by the door. If you lurch in after completing most of the Canton Mile, you could end up with a dart in your head. Not that you’d feel it if you’ve done most of the Canton Mile.
As with seemingly every pub ever, there’s a traditional working men’s bar, where you’ll find said dart board and the fruit machine and a TV with Deal Or No Deal on (NB: This might not always be the case). The lounge is furnished with black tables and blood red walls, which taper off to yellow at the top in a late 90s «Changing Rooms» fashion.
Sadly, there’s no It-​Box and the skittle alley is out of use, but they’ll give you a steak on a slab of red-​hot volcanic rock, which you don’t see every day. Bitter is the only cask ale available and they have the usual Fosters, Carling, and SA Smooth suspects. There’s apparently a beer garden, but damned if I could find it.

To be honest this isn’t one of favouites along The Canton Mile. It is really just a very traditional old fashioned community pub which is little bit too dated for me without having any period charm.
Like most other Canton pubs it has Skittle nights, as well as darts and pool so there are facilities there to entertain yourself with.
They did used to go strange cook your own food on volcanic rocks which was novel but quite tasty, not sure they still do that as I havent been too recently. There’s nothing really that wrong with it, just not the kind of place I choose to drink.