Liverpool - Queen Square - SVC Review
After a sumptuous walk around Liverpool town centre, we easily found this location and with excitement and glee entered what could only be described as a fiery furnace of hell!
After waiting over 40 minutes for a SALAD, my food arrived only to greet me as a sweaty pool on the floor unable to eat after sweltering and sweating profusely with no aid from the staff who I repeatedly asked to do something about the lack of air conditioning. Obviously eating peri-peri sauce of any provenance in such Saharan circumstances would be a fate worse than death and this exposure to such a scenario provided me with intense sadness so that the only real taste was that of my tears.
I would not return to this sauna if paid to attend and if the towels were free and it were nudist.
Also one had to go down about four flights of stairs to reach the lavatories which as a sweaty betty is not at a tour anyone should have to complete.