I ate in restaurant hidden inside a ‘celebrity’ PRISON staffed by lags… bright green panic buttons decorated the walls

THERE can’t be many stranger places to eat a venison carpaccio than a prison.

While I tucked into my thinly-sliced Bambi, I was surrounded by panic alarms, metal bars – and inmates.

Vinny Whiteman photographyAfter showing ID and going through airport-style security, diners are led en masse to the old governor’s house[/caption] Vinny Whiteman photographyAmong the classy touches are leather chairs made by inmates at category-A HMP Frankland in Durham[/caption] Vinny Whiteman...