[The Hairy Chest]
The lighting is dim, the air is smoky, and the booze on the bar is plentiful. A stuffed inkhorne head mounted above a sideboard has singed fur on the underside of its chin, apparently damaged by fumes from the steaming food below. A couple of wooden benches are pulled up to a table, well out of the path of fire of a dartboard in the corner. You also see a bucket of viscous gloop, a prominent sign hanging above the bar and a thick wooden door.
Obvious exits: none.