This is a Scottish themed pub, as the Bard would be Robbie Burns, and the Banker would be any of the RBS clones in Edinburgh. The waitresses wear kilts. However, one of this pub's chandeliers alone would break the decorating budget of any pub along Rose Street. They are trying so hard to be authentic and eclectic, but from the moment you are greeted by the unnecessary hostess, it feels contrived and fails miserably. The resulting vibe is more like your rich, uptight grandmother's Oak Bay mansion, and I felt like a child afraid I was going to break something.
On the positive, the beer selection is excellent. I drank a Driftwood White Bark Ale. I gave Ellen my orange.