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It sounds like an ideal evening. I've heard opinions differ wildly about Dean St Townhouse - I think I'd have to order the mince and potatoes just to see how tasty it could possibly be...


Ah, the Squadron. Indeed, it's fallen a very long way. But there are other, not dissimilar places that have fared much better or come up in its stead. Those young socialites who had such a gay time there wouldn't feel too out of place at Liberty's, across the road, or maybe the Black Sheep Bar, next to Yelf's. Or maybe even the Seaview. Things do come around...

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