Satan's Whiskers

Stepping in can create a feeling of claustrophobia - of new, future London trying to squeeze this bit of history into oblivion. The old fashioned outfits of the staff would be quaint, if they weren't so obviously threadbare. The muttering is that of men, and a handful of women, who have nothing much to say at full voice.
There's Martin, who orders the same Whiskey Sour every other day and spends hours just staring into it. No one knows what he hopes to find. The regular card game is going on in the corner. If he's here, Shaw Hughes will be winning, and maybe even showing off his posh new suit, but he's not here every night, so the game goes on. Alice talks nonsense about her friend, Professor Arete, and how she was taken by the devil, but Alice has talked nonsense all her life.
Welcome to the Satan's Whiskers, a place to forget.

Architecture

Never a remarkably successful establishment, the bar has made its failure to update (or even refurbish) it's 100-year old building a selling point, calling themselves a "curious bit of London history." Of course, this deep in the East End, they don't exactly get tourists, so the peeling paint and permanently clouded glass are simply part of the ambiance.

History

The scandalously named pub was originally the purview of an East End gang in the early 19th century. The gang, like their bar, was a bit too on the nose in advertising their intentions and they were raided three times before the 1850's. In 1880, an enterprising lad by the name of George Easter bought the building and cleaned it up, reopening it as a part of East End history. The name still kept people away though, and George's dreams of becoming a bar tycoon soon became a pile of debt that he passed on to his son, Francis.

Type

Pub / Tavern / Restaurant