I'm writing this review fully well knowing it won't do anything to stop people from going to such a central spot but I want to let everyone who goes there to know their money is going towards homophobia and the worst kind of pathetic liars, the kind that lies in your face when you both know they're lying. The incident happened on the Saturday night Liverpool won the Champions League. I went out to celebrate with friends who were very drunk. One of them, plastered off his face, wanted to go to this place on concert square, so we queued. I didn't even want to go. The men of the group lined up and me with a female and a male friend were behind them. The three of us only had a couple of pints between us and were perfectly sober, chatting and having a laugh. We were probably the calmest people on concert square at that point. Then, the uglier version of Sylvester Stallone they had for a bouncer, called me up from the back of the queue. I hadn't even made eye contact with him and I had no idea why he called me up front. I tried to find my ID in my pocket thinking that's what he wanted when he said he didn't like the way I was dressed so I couldn't get in. I was wearing a striped shirt, chinos, clean white shoes and a leather jacket and was probably better dressed than anybody in that dump. Everybody was wearing Liverpool shirts, jeans and trainers. At that point we left, not giving it much thought, when my male friend said to wait for all our drunk friends who had been allowed in! I started fuming, having realised why I was not let in. Being a lesbian that doesn't look like your traditional feminine girl, this has happened to me before. While waiting for the others I started thinking whether I should go say something. Ten minutes later we decided to go and look at what sort of people they were letting in. We did and as expected they were letting in people much drunker and worse dressed than me, only they all looked straight. I started asking the doorman why he's letting them all in and of course him and the other staff start accusing me of being drunk. I started calling them out for the homophobes they truly are when the manager, Will Richings, came. Of course, he just wanted to get rid of us and he said he would look at CCTV and email me on Monday. He didn't offer me his email, I asked for it, strongly suspecting he wouldn't email me first. A week and two emails later he responds, and says that the CCTV, conveniently, did not capture our original queueing but it did capture us going back to complain. And get this, apparently through the grainy CCTV, when I went back to complain, Will, or should I say Sherlock, could read my lips and I was saying to my friend "how am I too drunk"!! Obviously yes, when you're the victim of discrimination that's what you do. You go and queue again to get in the place that discriminated against you, so that the genius detective manager, instead of reading the accusations of homophobia on your lips can read a very convenient confession of drunkenness. I've already written a full essay so I won't make this much longer. If you care even the least bit about homophobia and treating everyone with respect, and if you abhor pathetic liars, tell everyone and their auntie to never step a foot in this place. It's everywhere in the news how homophobic incidents have gone up and this place contributes to this culture of homophobia and will lie through their teeth to blame the victims. read more