I'm an Oxford girl myself, and so always had a slight, lingering suspicion of anything with the word Cambridge in the title; in the case of the Cambridge bar, this unease was exacerbated by the fact that the Oxford Bar is just down the road.\n\nHowever, I'm sure I went in with an open mind, determined to enjoy myself.  Which I did, mostly. It's a lively and buzzy place that attracts a young-ish crowd, noisy, but still possible to have a conversation there.\nI've just got a couple of gripes about this place; firstly, I ordered a veggie burger that cost about six pounds, was burnt, and didn't even come with chips! Which was disappointing.  \n\nSecondly, and this may seem petty but I have strong feelings about these things, as the evening drew to a close, my friends and I decided to have just another half pint each before going home, so I went to the bar clutching what I thought was a more than sufficient amount of money.  I had, of course, calculated how much it would cost by halving the price of a normal pint, because that's the way it works in every other pub.  That makes sense, because it's the same beer but you're only having half as much of it, so it should cost half the amount, right? Well, not in the Cambridge, where a half is \u00a32.90, as much as a whole pint costs in most other establishments.  I was outraged more on principle than about the actual money.\n\nSo, I shall not be frequenting this place, and have had my irrational prejudice confirmed: places named Cambridge are not to be trusted.