Quite a shame to see Broadway gone. I bitched about the clientele and the state of the carpets as much as anyone else did, but all other things aside, it was good to have a decently-sized club in the Town. Music wasn't among my tip-tops, but still always found it fun. Especially during the summer, where you'd spend much of the evening running into mates at the Cottage Loaf, Whetherspoons, Club 147 et al only for everyone to migrate down towards the Boulevard as the night got later. All things said, the atmosphere very rarely disappointed and it did make for some good nights out.
Fountains and Club 147, of course, remain - but I don't think they're quite as "big" as Broadway was, in terms of the size of its dancefloor (though chances are I'm wrong, and I'd be happy to be proven so). "Young" types such as myself will now have to head further afield for more big clubby experiences, and Ian48 is right in his estimation that this won't happen all the time. The price of a night out is becoming prohibitive pretty much anywhere, and as such it's pointed more and more towards special occasions worth going out for.
Also, heartily second Ian48's statement that this isn't the end - just an inevitable lull. Cycles and all that.
As for what pubs in Llandudno ought to do - I can't see why they really ought to change. The quietness is a real b****r, but apart from that, the atmosphere in the vast part of them is always decent (except for the more apparently "private" ones where regulars have set up a terrifying clique, suggesting that if you order the Wrong Ale or ask them to turn off the football on the telly, they'll take you out back and burn you in a big Wicker Man). And all things considered, the pubs can't really do much more to encourage people into town. Slightly cheerier employees and staff always helps, but I don't want that to sound as though many of the pubs in town are in need of it. Much of the time I've been out in Llandudno, by and large, all pub employees have been helpful and prompt. Even the poor beleagured buggers at Wethers, who would have a right to be irky, given the vast amount of prats they have to face on a weekendly basis.
