The O Bar

Just when you'd given up all hope and thought Broad Street had become the playground of Mr and Mrs Joe Average, the O bar emerges from what was the dregs of all bars – Congress (dare we mention it), and what a rebirth too; phoenix and flames spring to mind. Mr Average would stand out here like Shrek would in a beauty contest. Decked out in the swankiest art décor it's especially good for people who pretend they're cool enough to share the Fererro Rocher being handed out at the door. Oh O Bar, with treats like these you're really spoiling us.

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