Revise Cafe Bar
Come on now, Revise – what the hell are you playing at? There seems to be some kind of mid-life crisis going on. Anywhere with the sub-moniker: 'café-bar,' is bound to have identity issues. The interior décor is falling apart, there's a constant 'last-night stench,' and the toilets have deteriorated to the point where you'd rather walk the two miles to Piccadilly Gardens to use the strange open-air ones, than put your parts anywhere near these. With Chorlton's ever-expanding choice of bars, Revise really needs to start coming out fighting.