Beware. This place is not for the faint-hearted. Once you have subjected your senses to the aroma of sausage and...er...hash, weave your way past the waiter, who will probably be rugby-tackling a fag-in-hand, lashed, forty-something year old woman out of the door in a style worthy of Jonny Wilkinson's number nine shirt. Let the good times roll! The Magic Box boasts an extensive menu to tickle your taste buds, all for around a fiver. With prices this dirt-cheap, why not ditch the washing up? The Magic Box also boasts the usual stack of drinks promotions and themed nights. Izzy-wizzy, let's get busy.