There’s lots of things we love about Iron Horse, and trumping the lot is the impassioned plea of one pub laureate. ‘Show me tits’ scribbles our hero on one wall. A noble entreaty, though one unlikely to materialize; Iron Horse looks and feels like a men-only pub, and when there’s not some hairy-arsed band on the main stage, musical interlude comes supplied in the form of Maiden and Sabbath. Decorated with whisky flags and signage liberated from gas stations this brash space even comes with motorbikes hanging from the girders. Prospective sportsmen will take delight in the numerous pool tables, while more studied sorts are gifted a galaxy of graffiti to admire and decipher.