The Chief is a middle-of-the-way pub. Which means that your pints are reasonably priced but your parma comes with a fancy rocket salad. Here you’ll find crusty locals sticking barnacle-like to the bar, and suits who come to peacock on Friday nights over Fat Yaks and decent wines. Pass by the bank of pool tables and discover a ’70s-style dining room of Laminex tables where they do a roaring lunchtime trade in steaks and burgers. One wall is lined with firewood for chocking the open fire; there’s a rooftop terrace for taking in sunsets; and come rugby season, every Kiwi expat in town shows up to yell at the telly.