Nobby's Arc Sunday Session

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What do you do when it's Sunday afternoon and you want to hold the last remnants of the weekend in your hand and make them glorious?

You put on your good shirt, pop the collar, and head to Nobby's Arc.


The glowing outdoor heaters and the sparkle of Sunday revellers will draw you into their buzzing ranks which spill onto the street like brightly wrapped chocolates from a Cadbury's Favourites box. An aromatic cloud of pizza, laughter and music will envelope you as you slip into its midst.

Arrive early and grab yourself a table. The pizza is epic, tapas delightful, and you can chill out and check out the locals all jazzed up in their Sunday best. Then, it will get dark and the atmosphere will take on an electric hum as the ranks swell and the good times really start rolling. Rolling harder than they are rolling pizza dough out in the kitchen.

From this point in the night, free movement will become increasingly difficult, particularly around the bar area. Metaphors regarding tins and sardines will spring to mind. But these sardines are not salty or smelly, they are warm and tipsy, clothed in silky bright swathes of colour and tightly fitted shirts. And these sardines, in many cases, do not seem especially put out by being squeezed tightly next to each other…

As you squish yourself into the swirling mass at the bar, don't stress about the wait. Have a chat with a neighbouring stranger and the wait-staff, whirling like white-shirted moths, will keep the crowd moving faster than you thought possible.

You may also not have thought it possible to bust out a bangin' acoustic version of I Like Big Butts by Sir MixALot, but this is yet another Sunday miracle to be experienced at The Arc. And I cannot lie, it will get your butt right out there on the impromptu dance-floor. Where you will most likely proceed to get your round thing in people's faces, just like Sir MixALot likes. The tiny sliver of space in front of the acoustic miracle worker inches further and further outwards as the night grows older and tipsier. Arms entwine and faces draw together, as friends yell duets at each other and lovers forget the crowd about them.

When it all ends at 10pm you can go home with all your Sunday dreams fulfilled. Or, if you're not quite ready to give up yet, jump in a maxi cab with a bunch of people you met outside and descend rowdily upon the Mermaid Tavern.

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