The Milano Coffee Bar.

I remember the first time I went downstairs to the "Mill' as my peers called it. In the cellar, it was dark, mysterious and wonderful. I had just started work and was finding my way around, like others, I was warned to keep away from this 'den of iniquity", however being me I ignored the warnings. I think the young lady behind the counter was called Maureen and she served the best hot chocolate in town. Amongst the clientele was a chap universally known as Mick the Greek, a Cypriot who I later got to know as an engineer with the GPO. When bands were playing there it was bedlam, so many people crowded into so small a place. I can honestly say yes, I was offered certain iffy substances, but only once and then I declined. Sadly it has gone the way of a lot of the town and ceased to be.