Every now and then, life presents you with a choice. To be or not to be? Should I stay or should I go? Brown bread or white? Upon entering Rush, your first instinct may pose such a contrasting conumdrum – should you rush in the opposite direction? If you look past the paralytic meatheads, the stench of regurgitated sambuca and the hackneyed playlists, you'll find the drinks are irresistibly cheap. So the question is this: do you sacrifice a few quid and opt for a student bar that isn't a hole, or do you suck it up and drink dirt-cheap alcopops til you can't feel your face? It's elementary.