And here it is - TRAX bar and cafe. Situated in the gloomiest corner of Wellington Railway Station, Trax's grottiness is apparent. Don't let the Steinlager badge and 'treed outdoor plaza' fool you - this is, as it ever was, the unholiest of drinking dens, found the world over - a train station tavern. Of course since the rent is obscene in Wellington, it has the obligatory gambling machines and sports plasmas, to suck that extra cash from society's dregs.
Dodgy trainriders heading out of the city into the Northern Wastelands - and even worse: bureaucrats and junior government ministers - are the only view to distract one from one's watery handle. Has the advantage of being an easy meeting point, and stumbling distance to The Thistle.
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