It's hard to say what keeps me (and my friends) going back to the Waverly. They have a total of two beers on draught, 1 being Guiness (good) and one being an unmentionable. A small selection of bottled beers. The usual spirits. And the trading hours of the bar are always questionable. There's been enough times where we all decide to meet up there, at a reasonable hour (like 8pm) and its been closed. Then there's the closing time of the bar itself- which seems to fluctuate at any random time between 9:30-1:00am. And this isn't based on the amount of business going. I've seen a fully packed bar asked to up and leave, circa 10:00 pm. Barring all that, this is the place for characters. It is loved by a wide array of people- there are students- but those students who never quite fit in at university, there's artists and drama types, there's old age pensioners. The inside of the Waverly is properly bohemian: red walls and wallpaper of past Fringe shows- going back to the 70's and possibly before- that's the oldest one I happened to find in a chance glance about. There is a seating area upstairs with a fake fireplace and a broken organ in the corner. The toilets are a disgrace. The proprietor is an aged man with white hair- and its he who does the honours of booting you out, just when you've got cozy with your drink. He has a non-ironic picture of the Queen and Prince Philip behind the cash register. As I said, characters abound. This is definitely not the place to go if you're looking for a variety of ales or as assured evening. This IS the place to go, however, if you read Bukowski. Those who are readers of Bukowski will know what this means. It also is a rather nice bar to read a book in or jot down some writing. The bar is rather like the old man himself: curmudgeonly and unpredictable- being one for characters, I love it.