Commercial Rooms The
If you're a desperate sexually frustrated middle–aged woman, welcome to paradise. This is a warped nightmare made real thanks to Mr Wetherspoon. What a guy. Literally hundreds of sad drunken men congregate to spill their £1.35 Stella over each other and chat up the previously mentioned. Comparing the portraits of stately businessman on the walls with the pathetic rabble heaving towards the bar – and in the toilets –, makes you wonder what the world is coming to. No music, no taste, no style, no decent excuse for being there.