The Square

One of a lurid chain of giant pubs offering battered chicken fingers and 'exotic' ways of serving potato. Speaking of the exotic, there's also brochures of glowing green cocktails posted on every table and bar space. The words 'hen night' keep edging into my brain. The big draw of The Square is a revolving cube of 40 odd TVs playing chart video hits –useful for staring blankly at and nodding your head meaningfully to whilst your date goes to the toilet. However, last time I was here, M People were playing – which is bad enough alone – and Heather Smalls left cheek was missing 'cause one of the tellies was on the blink –an altogether upsetting experience

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