In his cursed, unutterably titled play — the one that gave this pub its name — Shakespeare put it another way: fair is foul and foul is fair. It fits neatly for this modest renovation of a nothing pub most famous for a spineless attack on the landlord by Blake Fielder-Civil, then Amy Winehouse’s fedora’d husband. Those were the grim years, when the place was known for the landfill indie bands that passed through with hopes of NME approval. But there are still the old tiles, showing the Scottish king witless at the sight of Banquo’s bloodied ghost. Without a doubt it has been done over, but if you were ignorant of its years patrolled by the MySpace paparazzi, you might think it’s always been like this.