For all of its international intrigue and connections to the Beatles, Matthew Street is by and large horrendous, specifically at 2am on a Friday night when it's populated exclusively by gurning kidders, aggressive hen parties and disgruntled bouncers that just want to go home. Packed with basically the same 3 bars copied and pasted fifteen times, most of them working from the same Now Thats What I Call Music playlist; if you really must visit town of a weekend, steer well clear. Unless youre into that sort of thing. In which case why?