The band playing 3 sets was well worth the £5 entrance fee. They were brilliant! But just one look at someone else's plate ( potaoes from last year redunked in oil) persuaded us not to eat. The whole place ( what there is of it, postage stamp size- the toilets are even smaller!) is a pictoral shrine to amy whinehouse painted in tacky, amateurish manner. It has grubby charm and is good for a laugh.
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