Nightlife in Halifax, England . [1] [2] [3] [4]
I was unable to drink a large amount for
I was driving, but I enjoyed the nightlife Halifax had to offer all the same.
We started the drinks in the Punnet Line, a small and rather busy pub north
of the town centre, but with many cosy corners to enjoy a glass of wine.
Plus, there was a jukebox where we could play any tunes we wanted, and a
cash machine which was handy once it began to rain and I didn’t fancy
standing at an ATM machine outside whilst my shoes became soaked with water.
On the opposite side of the town’s car park to the Punnet Line was
Lewins. It was slightly quieter in here and we enjoyed a game of Giant Connect
4 towards the back of the pub, although I did happen to lose the game (I’d
never been good at Connect 4). On we moved to Barracuda. It wasn’t
the nicest of bars, and it was extremely busy, but the drinks were rather
on the cheap side. We didn’t stay too long here before moving on to
Bar Eleven. Again it was busy (after all, it was a Saturday night), but there
was a nicer atmosphere in this bar and once again the drinks were fairly
cheap.
Lush was our next stop, across the road from Barracuda.
With modern furniture and a ‘chill out’ room, Lush was a perfect
place to end the night. Having my second and last glass of wine, I asked my friends
what Halifax had to offer in the name of nightclubs.
“Maine Street,” said one.
“The Coliseum,” said the other.
“Maine Street is above The Coliseum,” the first said. “It’s
quite small, but it’s a great place to go after the bars. It plays lots
of chart and indie music and mixes it with cheesy music, and the décor’s
in the style of a New York boulevard; it has roadside kerbs and balconies above
the dance floor, which is designed like you’re dancing in the street.”
The second friend shook his head. “You want to go to The Coliseum. It’s
bigger, more space, and it’s got more dance and R ‘n’ B music.” He
put his head to one side. “Actually, it depends what type of music you’re
after, really, with The Coliseum and Maine Street.”
There was also Jumping Jack’s, I noticed, but neither of
my friends seemed to mention it. Swallowing the last drop of my wine, I drove
my friends back towards Brighouse. Thankfully Mr Kipling had not damaged the
whole of their home and stirring from his place on the floor, he sleepily made
his way towards me. Thanking my friends and wishing them goodbye, both Mr Kipling
and I made our way back home to Preston. As Mr Kipling curled up on the passenger
seat, I thought through the events of the day out in Halifax: shopping in the
town centre, eating at Café Sol, walking around Eureka!, enjoying a glass
of wine in Halifax, and visiting Shibden Park, Savile Park and Skircoat Green
Park. There were certainly a lot of parks. Oh, and I had almost forgotten the
ham sandwiches incident. Remembering that, I began chuckling to myself and laughed
all the way back to Preston.
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