Merlins, Sheerness

I thought I was having a nightmare, but no, sadly, I was awake as I entered this awful brick-and-concrete monstrosity. It calls itself a 'pub and restaurant', advertises itself as a nightclub, but it's more of a hangar of the sort in which a Government might hide its mistakes. Half of it is dedicated to 'entertainment' of the bingo-and-hen-riot variety, the other half is served by a bar with no real ale, seating for diners and messy families. I promise not to come back.