Hard Rock Cafe, Inveraray.

Before you ask there isn’t one!

Reminds me of a wet, miserable June day I spent in Venice back in 1995 looking for the local branch, having seen someone wearing a t-shirt.

Just in case you didn’t already know, the t-shirts were counterfeit.
The stall holder I found selling them thought it was hilarious that I had spent the whole day looking.