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.
I’m not too sure where this fits in the increasingly crowded pub pressure groups
In a surprise to absolutely fucking no one, its lofty standards have slipped somewhat over the last five years.
As themes go it’s only one step up from a prostate exam themed bar.
Of course, we wish them all the best.