First things first: yes, The Walrus is named for the Beatles song. This breezy hideaway is run by business and life partners Marty Webster and Amy McGouldrick, who also operate The Carpenter’s Ruin, a pub next door. Here, they serve oysters, bar snacks and lesser-known wines to dedicated regulars and travellers alike.

Webster, who’s also a chef, keeps the food menu snacky. You might expect rotating pintxos scrawled on a mirror, like gildas, a range of oysters, tinned seafood, tuna tartare and a dainty crust-free lobster and prawn sando.

The bottle list is no less accessible than the by-the-glass offering. Webster regularly seeks out lesser-known grapes from lesser-known regions, like vinho verde from Minho in Portugal.

Weekend wine sessions here are complemented by the couple’s eclectic record collection. The venue is bright, with a warm and extremely yellow colour scheme thanks to yellow walls, curtains, art and glasses filled with golden muscadet. It’s a laid-back, homey sort of vibe.