GJ's Bar & Restaurant (Bar)

GJ’s - goodness knows what it stands for but be sure of this, it will not abbreviate a good time. Perhaps it’s something as tiresome as “George Jones”, but that’s doubtful. I’d trump it as a “Ghetto Jivehouse” or a “Gregarious Joint” instead. Maybe even aptly name it “Garden Jungle” because gosh(!) what a capacious, convivial, canopied courtyard you have Mr GJ!
Beer-garde-rama!

Picture this: it’s Sunday, there’s a whiff of summer breeze in the air and a gathering of your clans has been arranged for the purpose of the ever-popular boozy footie and roast lunch combo. By chance you’re the only pillock wearing team colours and this is made more apparent when the final whistle blows and your team loses to rapturous applause. There’s only one thing for it, black sambucca all round! The Sunday sesh, it’s the new Saturday clubnight.

If it’s good enough for Val d’Isere (where GJ’s little sister resides) then its good enough for us.