The Cheshire Cat

A tumour growing on the side of the Queen of Hearts, this is the very worst of the Scream bars. Generally, Scream pubs are cheesy, tacky and a little grubby, but the irony of it all and the cheap drinks make them strangely fulfiliing. Not so at Cheshire Cat, where you're just sitting on an uncomfortable seat in a crappy little bar being wound up by scallies, looked down on by power-tripping bouncers and asphyxiated by the lack of atmosphere. Stand up, leave, go to Trof. Never return.

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