Rubber, Oslo

The Jarvis prides himself on his skills of bar divination. Put a Jarv on a random street in a city he's never been in before, and he will follow signs and tells invisible to ordinary humans in order to locate the finest drinking establishment in the vicinity. So it was chastening to discover Rubber - part American road-trip diner bar, part Norwegian rock bar, part surf bar, all good - a scant few hundred yards from streets this Jarvis has walked regularly from three years or so. Innate Jarvis divination should have lured me here earlier - or perhaps the mojo was only activated after a recent renovation that took some of the polish off the place and made it look more spontaneous and subterranean. In any case, it was found, and it was found to be very good.