The Dog House is only a memory now, but for many years it was tucked into the northeast corner of Cathedral Square in Christchurch. When I was a teenager, it offered the latest arcade games and thickshakes that came with optional raw egg and whipped cream. It was open 24 hours a day, which made it notorious for a range of reasons.
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