Saturday, 12 July 2025

Too Hot To Think Of A Title

I had two possible plans for today, a trip to Southport or a long and possibly fruitless walk around Toxteth.  In view of the hot weather coupled with my own laziness, I swerved both of them and instead decided on a mopping up operation in town.   (In my defence, I did a six pint crawl yesterday in Manchester, including three required Wetherspoons and the beautiful Baum in Rochdale.)

So, half past twelve found me in the air conditioned comfort of Brewdog:

It was pretty empty at this time, and I soon had a 2/3 of Fortnight, a rather splendid Baltic Porter.  Perhaps not an obvious choice for the hottest day of the year but I like to be contrary sometimes.  I wasn't sure if this is a Brewdog brew or a guest - Internet research eventually revealed it is brewed at the Brewdog in London.

Nothing had changed here since my previous visit back in 2019, the decor has a faux industrial style, and part of the servery is built from a shipping container.

Just a few other customers were in, in fact from where I was sitting I could only see one group of blokes.

Do they still make those "stupid" beers, forty or more percent, I always thought they were rather fun, and I would have imagined they would sell well to groups of competitive lads on a night out.

I contemplated the beer list.  I could stay here in the cool and try some of the more unusual craft offerings, but no, my duty is to get on with a survey, checking out all the bars so you don't have to!

Just around the corner is Mean Eyed Cat, never ticked before:

A really well done semi-basement, attractively decorated with corrugated iron and rough wood.

My Mean Eyed Lager was rather tasty, quite malty.

Only four other customers at one o'clock, I imagine this place does well in the evening.  It's good of them to open so early so I can survey it without staying out after my bedtime!

The music, perhaps a little too loud, was not what I expected, classic 70s rock (Steve Miller Band) is great.

Where next?  I'm now on a random "Go in anywhere that's due for a visit" stroll down Seel Street.  Immediately opposite the wonderful St Peters Tavern is never visited Peacock:

Another cool interior both literally and figuratively.  I stayed inside to enjoy my pint of Neck Oil, most customers seemed to go outside.  The stylish decor is hard to categorise.

I think I learned from overheard conversations at the counter that I've got here just in time as it is soon to close to be knocked through into next door, reopening with a different name (Did he really say Spit and Swallow?) after a few weeks.

Suddenly a group of at least a dozen blokes arrived, filling the space with chatter as they discussed what to drink and so on.

It's only ten to two and I've nearly finished three beers, this could be a short survey!  Actually, that was the idea in this weather, so let's see how we do...

Oh dear, my database seems to bear little relation to what's actually here on Seel Street.  Next, the Highball Club:

A tiny dark (apart from the very bright sun through the doorway) nightclub sort of place, all the walls are painted black, inside and out.  I guess this will be a rather fine club at midnight!

I had Stella Artois Unfiltered, which came in a generic glass so I could see it is actually hazy.  Am I fooled by that or does it really have more flavour?

As I enjoyed my cloudy lager more customers came in, by the time I was ready to leave the place was quite busy.

A little further down Seel Street there are a number of possible targets, I chose Kazimeer Garden:

Shame about that van!

This is a garden, albeit gravel not grass, partly open partly covered with a caravan for food at one side and a drinks counter at the far end.  Unlike all my previous ticks it was busy, I managed to get the last free table with just one stool, to enjoy my Paulaner.

It's quite unusual nowadays, smokers are welcome and there is an ashtray on each table.

They must be doing something right although I'm not sure what, to be this full at three.

The music here, mostly drowned out by the chatter, is once again of high quality, you can't do better than Stairway to Heaven, can you?

I wonder where the bogs are?  Ah yes, there is a sign...

Time for home, I think, although it's only just after three.  Wow, 4 new ticks taking the all-time total to 1,559 - Clearly I need to visit this end of Liverpool more often.

Pub of the day: Peacock
Beer of the day: Fortnight
Miles walked: 1.4
Maybe coming soon: Southport, Toxteth

Saturday, 5 July 2025

The Middle Of Wirral

On a very grey day a long bus journey under the river eventually dropped me in Pensby for an "exciting" stroll dodging cars along a country road with no footpath to my first objective, the Fox & Hounds:

Apparently unchanged since my visit six years ago, this is a very pleasant up market dining operation which welcomes drinkers as well, offering them quality cask ales.

I sat in the drinking part of the rambling interior enjoying a Trappers Hat, there was no one else in this part of the pub.  I could see through the servery that there is a small wood-panelled snug with its own counter, presumably for the regulars.

This is a really nice place, if I were taking someone out for dinner in Wirral it would be high on my list.  (Depending, of course, on the person involved; most of my friends would prefer a Wetherspoon.  As would I.)

A group of four blokes about my age came in.  Multiple tasters and discussions later they ended up with a cider, a Guinness and two craft.

The whole place was worryingly quiet for two on a Saturday, with waiters and waitresses hanging around waiting for something to do, I expect they'll get more custom this evening.  Perhaps the grey weather has stopped some people going out.

Next, on to the Basset Hound:

Another dining place, perhaps not as posh as the Fox but still very nicely done.

I selected Old Golden Hen from the two handpumps, "it's Speckled" said the barman.  I resisted a rude "why don't you change the clip then" and enjoyed a fine pint.

Once again, mostly empty on a Saturday afternoon, trade really is thin today or perhaps this is normal now.

I perused the menu of mostly standard pub fare, and fish and chips is fourteen quid.  There's also a Specials menu, but since it is on a printed card it's not my idea of specials - something the chef picked up this morning.  On there, fish pie is £21.49, ouch.  It comes with peas and samphire, not sure I've ever eaten samphire which I think of as an East Anglian delicacy, but Google tells me it is also harvested in the Dee estuary.

As I enjoyed my pint more and more people came in, soon the pub was filled with chatter although there was still plenty of room for more custom.  It was quarter to three now, and England were in deep trouble at Edgbaston.

Later, when I got home, I checked how to spell the pub name.  I was amused to find that in my picture above it's Basset on the front of the pub, but Bassett on the A-board.  I think I'm going with one T, and my dictionary concurs.  Ooops, I see the picture caption in my book has it as Bassett, how embarrassing.

Next, somewhere I wasn't planning to visit.  Regular readers of this blog may be aware that I made a decision that Toby Carveries were not pubs, based on their website only mentioning food.  So I was intending to walk past the Toby Carvery Arrowe, but perhaps I ought to at least have a look:

In the beer garden at the front were a number of blokes of various ages enjoying drinks, so I wandered in and soon had a Carling.  So, somewhat to my disappointment, I need to reinstate each Toby in my database.  No, not a disappointment really, the more the merrier.

In or out questions aside, this is a very nice chain carvery where everyone else inside was eating, I think, and the food looked good, I could see plates piled up with meats, Yorkshire puddings and so on.

Just like the previous two places, there was plenty of space for a lot more customers, disappointing trade at half three on a Saturday.

Next, a short walk to the Arrowe Park:

Another nicely done food led pub, perhaps a little less up market than the previous ones, but still very good.

Once again, trade was a bit thin, they could do with at least fifty more customers, and the place still wouldn't be full.

No cask, so I had another Carling.  A significant proportion of the drinkers here were sitting outside, I as usual stayed indoors.

The giant screen distracted me, is it the British Grand Prix this weekend?  They seem to have a lot of closeups in the car nowadays.  Where is it, I went to Silverstone and Brands Hatch in the 70s and 80s but I lost interest a long time ago.  I'm sorry to say my strongest memory of Silverstone is being stuck in the mud in the car park afterwards.

The Toby has somewhat disrupted my plan for today, I think seven would be too many.  So I could go home now, but why not tick one nearby pub and then finish?  So, into the back streets to the Woodchurch:

What a contrast, this is a proper down market boozer, and there's nothing wrong with that.  I headed in the bar side because it was nearer door, to find a dozen or so customers but no staff.  I waited patiently, eventually giving up and heading towards the exit to try the lounge; there was no way between the two halves except via outside.  As I went for the door one of the regulars called out "she's gone to change a barrel", and moments later the barmaid appeared and poured me a Carling.

Gentle music and lively chatter were the soundscape in this classic boozer and after doing a number of dining places it was pleasing to visit a true locals' pub.

The decor in the bar side was plain but very well done, wooden floor, matchboarding counter front, (fake) bare brick walls, it looks really good.

OK, I think that's enough; there are two more pubs on my list for today but I'm not sure I can cope with seven ticks so I think I'll head for home now.  Five required ticks is good enough after all.  So the Wirral Hundred, wonderful though it is, and the Swan can wait for another time.

Pub of the day: Fox & Hounds
Beer of the day: Trappers Hat
Miles walked: 4.2
Maybe coming soon: Undecided

Thursday, 3 July 2025

New Ones In Town

I headed into Liverpool to do some shopping (honest!) but soon found myself in new bar Harringtons:

Here I found a very pleasant bar on the ground floor, with the friendly barman and myself the only occupants.

I had Salt's Alpacalypse, a tasty enough IPA, and sat on a long bench seat along the wall.

There is more downstairs, which is where the former Ethical Glass was located, I think, although I never ticked that one.

I couldn't think of anything more to say about this place, it's a bit uninspiring to be honest, with no atmosphere at all.  Probably more exciting on a Friday night.  The music is too loud for a bar with only one customer, about right when it's packed.

Horse racing and tennis on the TVs, but where's the cricket?

Finally, another customer came in.  He ordered a pint of soda water.  I was impressed to see the charge was zero for this.  Many years ago I used to take a little abuse for having a free pint of soda water in the bar after a session in the gym at the late lamented Plessey Club.  My excuse was I had to drive home.

Next, a second new one, Lock Up Bar:

Another pleasant bar, lacking in atmosphere because there are only two other customers, nicely done out in plain style.

I was somewhat startled to see two handpumps, they offered Higson's Bitter and Higson's Pale, and the bitter was good.  Who brews it now?  Of course, it's Love Lane.

Next door is Hummingbird, but that doesn't open until four according to Google, so it will have to wait for another day:

So, on towards a third new one at the far end of Mathew Street.  But hang on, what's this half way along that tourist corridor?  How has Eric's escaped my database?  I think maybe it was more of a basement night club in the past.  Let's give it a try:

Bare brick and iron beams are the decor style in here, and a fella with a guitar was providing the musical entertainment, sadly to only three or four customers.  I thought he was very good and deserved a larger audience.

Eric's was a members' music club which opened here in 1976 and hosted many famous acts, from the Sex Pistols to OMD.  It closed in 1980.  Google seems rather vague about the use of the space since then, but at some point the interior was remodelled so that it is no longer a basement.

Above my head was a glass ceiling affording a view into the old fruit market auction room with desks almost like pews arranged around the auctioneer's stand.

After a few minutes I realised the hole in the wall at the back leads through into the rear of King John next door, and also into Rubber Soul so you could argue they are all one bar, but I'm claiming three.

Oh, wow, the live musician took a short break and then came back and did favourite song Wish You Were Here.  The last time I heard that performed in a pub was in the long gone Greyhound in Huyton back in 2005. I insisted my pals stay until it had finished.  Boast:  The time I saw it performed before that was at Maine Road in 1988.  By Pink Floyd.

More customers wandered in but the place was still pretty empty.

Next, on to the planned target at the end of Mathew Street, the very new Temple Tavern:

What a fine Irish bar this is, not over the top "plastic paddy", just well done out, wood panelling, bare brick and (fake) iron beams.

Guinness please, I said.  "Pint?" asked the barman.  Is there any other, I quipped.  Of course, the correct pour/settle/top-up process was used, with the barman serving another customer during the settle phase.  Usually in Liverpool if you say "Carling" or "Guinness" or whatever you get a pint without having to specify the size; perhaps here in the tourist zone they need to ask.

As you can see, the outside decor is a work in progress, and my time here was punctuated by drilling noises.

Well!  Four brand new ticks is a great score, especially for a shopping trip!

Pub of the day: Eric's
Beer of the day: Higson's Bitter
Miles walked: 2.1
Maybe coming soon: Barnston and Woodchurch