This would be a tremendously relaxing place to stay if it wasn't for the man on the counter peering suspiciously at you like you're about to grab one of the more tropical creatures and stuff it into your mouth.
With its gently bubbling aerators and dark aquatic atmosphere, you could spend a good few hours in here if it had a bar. Maybe the vendor will take kindly to my suggestions he ditches all the bags of gravel and little castles and starts mixing cocktails. I reckon he'd perk up if I tell him topless saleswomen are legal in Liverpool, but only in tropical fish stores. That's true by the way. Look it up.
Anyway, a shop of cool Neptunian depth, the place is great for stocking up on tropical fishies. Ask if you can have them with chips. They'll laugh uproariously as they stick your head into a tank, believe me. read more