The Assembly Rooms was put up for sale, and it was snapped up quicker than reduced aisle pork pies on pension day.
Nothing else to add other than I completed a long article about the place only for it to be saved before I managed to publish it.
Nestled majestically next to bins, with a breathtaking vista of Rafferties smokers and wanked out guys coming out of the nearby massage parlour.
Expect all the usual bullshit that goes along with a 30 something’s idea of modernity, chilled Sundays, VIP areas and fucking cocktails.
Gatsby’s has been there for a while now on the site of what used to be a pensioners cafe