Both places are cold, uninviting crap destinations. Dozens of better ones in Fremont and Ballard.

It IS way too loud. Slayer could be playing a set in the back and you wouldn't even hear them in the front over the howl of conversation. Seriously, it's like leaning into a Rolls Royce RB211-22C jet engine at full thrust in there. Too much glass, too much bare wall, too much floor.

In a real pub, the floor would be covered with a an eye-searing carpet designed to absorb decades of spilled beer, blood, piss, guts, and food without showing a mark, because the pattern already looks like spilled beer, etc.

The beer is lousy too, but that's true in all American pubs. No proper taps at all. There's is worse than usual though. That's probably because they have to rocket it out of there so fast.

Does anything stay in that location for very long? Seems like that landlord is going to be looking for another tenant soon.

And the Market Arms is packed to the walls every night, so I don't think they'll be going anywhere soon.

Yeah, I stopped in there to check it out and have a bite to eat.

I quickly realized that I wouldn't be able to have a conversation with my date, and left the place before we were even served water.

That place seals the deal with Ballard becoming the new Belltown. Douchewaffles everywhere! RUN!

Unless you feel like shouting at whoever you're with, don't bother with this place!

Only go if you enjoy shouting a lot. And shouting "WHAT?" repeatedly.

Srsly. :/

I have gone at lunch, mostly to get a strongbow (on tap) and the food was not very good. and VERY loud even when there couldnt have been more than 20 people in there.

George and Dragon feels legitly "british" to me, as does, weirdly, the Canterbury Arms.

but most of Seattle's "british pubs" have ceilings that are waaay too high, prices that are waaaay too high and, well you see where I'm going with this.

The night we went, there was only one server taking/delivering orders to the entire packed place. After 45 minutes, we were finally served really bland–even by English standards–pub grub. Not in a hurry to go back.