Pallasades, The

The worst thing about the Pallasades is the quite frankly cringe–worthy supermarket music that freestyles its way along every crevice of the complex. The best thing is that it provides a welcome decompression zone from, on the one hand the hellhole that is next door's New Street Station, and on the other hand, the whole lot of hell that can be central Birmingham on a bustling weekend.

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