I don't like to spend my Sunday surrounded by Manchester United 'fans', so watching the Manchester derby in an Oxford pub was never going to put me in the greatest of moods. Choosing The Duke's Cut as a venue, however, did nothing to avail my misery.
After a disappointing match and two pints of Marston's EPA (3.6%), the mellowness of which I could not find fault with, I headed to the bar-cum-restaurant-cum-cafe-cum-art-gallery-cum-hangout-for-those-in-funny-hats that is The Jam Factory.
Frideswide Square to the train station, this converted marmalade factory is unfortunately forgettable due to it's quirky location. Canvassing opinion amongst friends reveals a love it or hate attitude to the place. I fall somewhere in the middle. The white-wash walls and odd decoration do give a warmth that a large place like this could easily fail to achieve. However, today the coffee was insipid and seemed to take an age to arrive - possibly due
to the presence of a lone barman. Waiting in this part of the town
for service seems to be par for the course.