Kendal 2 on Argyle Street in the heart of the red light district.
Having been ejected from the corner pub (Rabbie Burns?) beneath The Alhambra (recently burnt down I think?) for violation of the dress code* and en route to a party in a nearby sauna; a mixed group of us stopped off here to kill some time till the sauna tidied up after the paying guests.
It was like the bar in Star Wars. P**fs, whores and comic singers doesn't do the place justice. Every face had won a second prize and the men were no better looking.
Your shoes stuck to the carpet. The 'dancefloor' was like a paddling pool with shards of glass everywhere and the main topic of conversation seemed to be about the transfer of street walkers from one pimp to another.
I don't think it's there now
* the 'violation' was that the ladies in our party actually had clothes on under their coats (although not many)
238 to 127. All in all a good afternoon's work