Since Christmas or thereabouts, two new venues have opened referring to themselves as "pubs," so what better excuse to embark on a short - or very short - pub crawl. The first stop was the Pointer Pub (details), named after the British breed of dog rather than the belligerent British drunk in the middle of an argument. As immediately becomes apparent on entry, this is absolutely nothing like an English pub, except that they serve Bombardier on tap (at a reasonable Ft 600), albeit at a temperature too low to be enjoyable until at least half way down.This is because the place is just the old Western Sörözö with all the cowboy memorabilia replaced by beer mats from around the world. Still, it's not the decor that makes a pub, and this is not the worst place in Budapest to drop in for a drink - especially if you like American rock. Nuff said.