The Courthouse is dodgy enough that I actually feel uncomfortable going in. And I’m not what you’d call a well-at-heel fancy-man. I’m broke, wearing clothes which are a couple of years old, and Blundstones with the heel worn away. And even then, I’m probably a touch too classy for the Courthouse. But, don’t get me wrong. I feel out of place in the Courthouse, but I don’t feel like I’m in any kind of danger. Bigger risk you take there, I reckon, is an alcoholic talking your ear off at eleven on a Saturday morning. I couldn’t in good conscience recommend it, but if you’re after a skanky dive then the Courthouse is going to be a strong contender for cleanest and safest.