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Stringfellows for the sex robot age: Bob Bob Cité reviewed

2 November 2019

9:00 AM

2 November 2019

9:00 AM

Bob Bob Cité is a restaurant dangling like testicles from the underside of the Leadenhall Building in the City of London. It is shaped like a series of yellow train carriages, for a voyage no one will ever make; the building above it manages, in the way of the age, to be both absurd and frightening.

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