Everton At Home

As Everton were at home for a proper three o'clock kickoff today, my objective was some pubs near Goodison which may have match day only opening hours.

But first, a chance to tick off one in town as I pass, Central Sports:

This is located upstairs above Tess Riley's on Charlotte Street, making it the eighth bar on that short road.

I wasn't sure exactly what to expect here, imagining a scruffy shed designed to sell lager to as many fans as possible when there's a match on.  However, what I found was a very well done sports bar offering tables large and small, booths with individual TVs and even some sofas facing a giant screen.

I was the only customer, I suggested to the barmaid it would be busier later but she opined "it's only FA cup, so probably not".

I couldn't see Carling so I treated myself to Stella instead.  A text came in from my brother who was enjoying Oakham Citra in the Live and Let Live in Cambridge, making me somewhat jealous!  A great pub and a favourite ale. When I said I was unlikely to see a handpump today his reply was "Oh dear".

On to Central Station to join the throng on their way to Kirkdale.  Actually, the train was surprisingly empty.

I exited the station to find crowds of people heading towards the match, the pavement was so busy I had to queue for two cycles of the traffic lights to get across the road.  The first pub I came to was the Melrose Abbey, but I wasn't going in because I ticked it less than a year ago:

I peered into the open door to see how busy it was and there was former work colleague, drinking buddy and Evertonian John, so naturally I joined him for a pint and some catching up.  I do like it when this sort of thing happens on a survey.

The Melrose Abbey is a plain two sided boozer, naturally doing very well an hour before KO.  The other side is in the process of refurbishment, with missing bench seats and temporarily exposed pipework.

When I exited the Melrose I noticed a large black cloud in the sky, not a thunderstorm as I first thought but the emissions from a large fire nearby.

Next, on to pub number three which was the first target on my plan, the Saddle:

This gem continues unchanged, there are some wonderful ceramics inside and the lounge is still served from a hatch at the end of the servery.

Having poured me a Carling the barmaid warned that they hadn't got the match on.  When I indicated that was fine she assumed I was going to watch it on my tablet.  As if!

The counter was almost full of empty glasses but all the fans had gone by now and I was briefly the only customer until I was joined by one other, who requested racing from Uttoxeter on the telly.

Rapid loading of glassware into the dishwasher occupied the staff, one also hoovered the lounge side.

What else can I say about this pub, I think the word beautiful sums it up.

Leaving the Saddle I noted the smoke plume was thinner than before but there was a sprinkling of pieces of ash on everything, pavement, parked cars, front yards, it must have been a major fire.

On to Walton Road, and the first pub I came to was the Saint Hilda:

A plain well cared for place with an L shaped main room plus a side lounge.

It was ticking over, much busier than the Saddle, with miscellaneous groups of locals enjoying the calm between the pre and post match rushes.  Or perhaps the rush doesn't reach here?

The walls in the side room were decorated with classic albums, I checked them all but I only own one, Simon and Garfunkel's Bridge Over Troubled Water.  Can I renew my not recently repeated complaint, that classic vinyl should be preserved, not nailed to the wall.

I was interested to see some hotel guests checking in, I had assumed one would stay here only if visiting for footie, but apparently not.  It's good to see another source of income for the establishment.

I proceeded up Walton Road.  The advantage of bumping in to John is that he knows my interests and advised me someone had told him the Salutation had reopened.  So I walked past my next planned target, the Clock, last visited in 2018:

... and on to the Salutation.  My last time here was in 2010 and it is recorded as closed in my database:

Oh yes, it's open!

A two room plain boozer, with a counter only in the front room.  Lots of tellies, mostly switched off, and a large number of regulars chatting, some watching the footie.  Everton weren't doing very well, but then they equalised.

It is good to see a plain pleasant comfortable boozer surviving, especially when I had it down as closed.  Long may it continue.  I'm guessing it'll be packed after full time, so perhaps long term survival is at risk once Everton go to their new stadium.

What a great survey, nothing like what I'd planned this morning.  One new bar, one I thought was long closed, and an unexpected reunion.   You can't ask for more than that.  OK, maybe some real ale!  I headed home before the post match rush.

Pub of the day: Salutation, welcome back.
Beer of the day: Carling
Miles walked: 1.8
Maybe coming soon: Fazakerley, Crosby, Anfield, Wallasey.

Shiny New Ticks in Town

Today's plan was for a trip to Crosby to revisit a favourite and catch some new ones, but I decided I couldn't be bothered and only went as far as the city centre where I had learned there was a new pub.  So, up to Hope Street and the White Hart:

A freshly minted pub (This is only its third day.) in a location which has had various operations including Clove Hitch, Bread and Butter, and finally Keystone which I visited a couple of years ago.

Inside I found a rather wonderful multi room multi floor pub with quirky decor that immediately caused me to suspect that it's a new operation by The 36 Pub Company (The Vines, Queen of Hope Street, Red Lion etc.)

The fine choice of six cask ales confirmed my suspicion; I selected Proper Job which was very good, just as it was in the Big House on Wednesday.

What a beautiful pub, "Dickensian decor" according to one puff piece I read, with the usual trademark real fire, candles, stuffed animals and some ancient furniture.

Where next?  As I enjoyed my pint I was checking the internet to confirm the owning company and I'm very glad I did because I learned that the White Hart opened on Thursday along with another bar from the same company.  So I headed out the back of the Hart, through the conservatory and in to the Engineer:

Now, one might argue these only count as one pub, but the Engineer has a street entrance and its own toilet so I'm claiming two ticks.

The decor here is very different to the Hart.  A sort of industrial vibe, bare brick, tiled floor with cracks, and a mezzanine walkway made of wood which affords access to some small upstairs rooms.

"Only" four handpumps here, I had a lovely pint of Ossett Silver King.

A couple came in with two dogs, one a giant shaggy thing whose head was higher than the counter.  (And the dogs were quite big as well!  Sorry.)  I was pleased when they headed through to the White Hart.

Unlike the other half they had footie on the telly here.  Arsenal scored, with Jesus awarded an assist.  That reminded me of the very old graffiti outside a Liverpool church.  The sign said "JESUS SAVES" and someone wrote underneath "but Dalglish scores on the rebound".  I see today is another Saturday with no 3 o'clock matches.  Next time a manager whines about fixture congestion ask him what they were doing in January.

You know that thing where a real ale pub has a collection of previous pump clips on display?  I've always had a little suspicion that they buy in a job lot of clips.  Well there's a row of them behind the bar here and since it's only day three of operation they obviously aren't beers that have previously been on sale!

The Silver King went off sale as I drank mine which was a touch cloudy but tasted fine.  Another member of staff came over from the White Hart and disappeared into the "cellar" behind the counter, and I could hear the sound of a mallet working on a cask.  Soon the Silver King was back on.

Time to move on, perhaps I can continue with places never before ticked?

Down towards the other (Anglican) end of Hope Street is Papillon:

Despite the sign saying "a public house" it is actually very close to the pub/restaurant borderline.  Ignoring the Please wait to be seated sign I stood at the counter by the pumps, but my order was taken by a passing waitress who pointed me to a table and soon brought me a fine pint of White Rat.

Could this one also belong to 36?  Similar ale selection and candles on the tables suggest so but the internet says no.  Anyway it is a rather good place although more of a restaurant than a pub in my opinion.

That's two new ticks, can we get more?  Of course we can, let's try Antisocial:

Here I found a completely empty one room bar where the friendly barman poured me a pint of Camden Hells.  He had seen me taking a picture and apparently there's something special about the building's frontage which causes architecture students to take photos, so I explained the Guide and why I was here.  He bemoaned the problems of being on the borderline between bar and restaurant, it looks like a restaurant from the front so they don't get the drinkers that they deserve.  On reflection, perhaps it would do better if they wrote the name in big letters on the front!

Our chat was interrupted by two more customers but they turned out to be enquiring about a function booking, so didn't actually buy any drinks.

The decor in here is sort of modern plain, in my opinion rather well done with just enough clutter to make the place feel comfortable.

Two more customers came in, they had some complicated coffee/chocolate order which kept the barman busy for ages.  Still, custom is custom.

Someone else came in, but he seemed to be staff, so once again no sale.

Time to go home, but maybe one more brand new tick?  On the route back to the station on Hardman Street is Metrocola:

The picture was taken on my way up some hours ago, it was getting dark by now.

How does one pronounce the name?  My guess would be metro-cola but it could be met-rock-o-la?  Aha, their web site says Metro-cola.

Annoyingly, being four pints to the good I wasn't on the ball so I completely failed to spot the handpumps and ordered a fine pint of (real) Budweiser.  I wonder if the Cheshire Cat would have been any good.

How can I sum up the decor?  Distressed wooden floor, bare brick walls, yellow tiles on the counter front, neon signage and lots of hanging greenery, I really like it.

Quite a few groups, my age and much younger were keeping the place going so obviously they're doing something right.  At four on a Saturday afternoon they are ticking over, I bet it's a lot busier later, at least I hope so.

I wondered if I had been in here before, in the days before the pub guide I used to frequent night clubs around here on a Friday night, but I think Plummers and Kirkland's were elsewhere on Hardman Street, so this really is a new one.

My electrical engineering mind kicked in:  There are a number of METROCOLA neon signs around the room, but are they really neon or some modern simulacrum?  I have to say the one nearest my seat had the blacked tubes between each letter which suggested to me it was genuine.  If I'm right it's good to know someone is still making real neon signage.  Google to the rescue once again, the answer is yes and there's a company in Bolton for example.

Well, how about that!  Two brand new pubs and four brand new ticks taking my grand total to 1,470.  Can I make 1,500 this year?  Time for home.

Pub of the day: White Hart
Beer of the day: White Rat
Miles walked: 1.8
Maybe coming soon: Fazakerley, Crosby, Anfield, Wallasey, Kirkdale.

Where Am I?

A bus under the river soon dropped me in, er, is it Liscard? Or Seacombe?  Who knows!  My first target was the Rose & Crown:

I was a little concerned as I approached:  Two shut doors and Christmas decorations still on display, could it have closed?  Happily no, the third door was welcoming and I was soon in the bar side which was deserted apart from the friendly barmaid who quickly poured me a pint of lager.

The decor in here is plain, one might even say down at heel, but well maintained and spotlessly clean so really all it needs is a few more customers.  And the removal of Santa and Rudolf painted on the windows.

I could see some people in the lounge side even though the entrance door was locked.  There must be another way in.

More "customers" came in, three youngsters who headed straight for the toilets and left a few minutes later.  That won't pay anyone's wages.

Next, Sandbank:

According to my database we're now in Seacombe, but I wouldn't place much trust in that.

Exactly as last time I was here, 2018, this is a pleasant one room boozer populated with cheerful locals.  So much busier than the Rose and Crown it's hard to believe they're well under a mile apart.

Just two female customers amongst two dozen blokes, mostly about my age with one or two a generation younger.

I remember a previous time here when I was politely asked to move from where I was sitting because the table was reserved for bingo players.  I don't recall actually moving so perhaps I said I'm leaving after this pint.  No bingo today, just a cheerful crowd with no one watching the rugger.

This boozer is a bit of a classic, I think, long may it continue.

If I were to predict pub closures, my next target would be top of today's list but let's try the Mona Castle and see...

Sadly, my prediction was correct and although it still looks almost like it might be an operational pub the doors were closed.  A great back street boozer, I'm sorry to see it gone.

On to the Five Bars Rest:

This was another one I thought might have failed, but the door was open, albeit with a rather unwelcoming "PROOF OF ID MUST BE SHOWN ON ENTRY" notice.

I entered (Without showing any ID) and soon sat down to enjoy another Carling.

Only three or four other customers so the place was hardly even ticking over, but at least it's open.  The interior is plain and perhaps even a little untidy, but as usual nowadays very clean and well maintained. Actually, looking round I think the untidy is undeserved, it's actually rather a nice pub.  Long may it survive.

When I was researching this location last night I came across a police report when they attempted to get the place closed back in 2008, complete with fascinating extracts from the incident logs.  I'm surprised this sort of information is freely available, it doesn't show the pub in a good light even if the licence wasn't withdrawn.  Names and addresses of the protagonists are sometimes shown.

Oh dear, the witty sign behind the counter "YOUR IN MY PUB NOW" is rather spoiled by the your/you're error.  I blame the education system.

Next, along to Egremont where there are two ticks close to each other.  The weather had worsened to dark drizzle as I passed the long closed and never ticked Brighton:

Carrying on, I passed by the Vaults (Saved for later) and headed down to the river and the Ferry:

A really busy pub aiming at diners but welcoming of drinkers.  Two operational handpumps on the counter and I soon had a carefully poured Wainwright.  Spot on, it was.

My report from my previous visit - Is it really twelve years ago? - included the phrase "a little tatty".  Not true now.

I found the only free table in the whole place, they are certainly doing a roaring trade.

Down on the waterfront with a scenic view of Everton's new stadium, this is a great location for a pub and it's doing very well even in today's horrible weather.

Unfortunately, my seat obstructed the way in to the ladies, so by the time I'd drunk half of my ale someone wanted access.  I jiggled my chair to let her in, bumped the table and tipped my pint over.  How annoying!  Fortunately no one, not even me, was splashed with beer so I just finished what remained in the glass, mopped up some of the mess with blue roll provided by a barmaid, and then departed, somewhat embarrassed.

Finally back up the hill to finish at the Vaults:

Another classic boozer this one, one open room (but I think there might be another room down the hill?), well filled with cheerful locals, but there were enough spaces for me to have a table and comfortable seat to enjoy my final drink, a Guinness this time.

The regulars in here were certainly enjoying their cheerful banter, it was completely drowning the football commentary on the TVs.  And a remarkable lack of swearwords, I must say.

By the way, I see the premiership football today is one early match, one late match and none at all at three o'clock.  That's a new one on me, another result of Sky's influence?  Has the historic 3pm Saturday finally been destroyed?  I hope not.

So in conclusion five required ticks, the last two haven't been done for twelve years so very overdue.  Only one real ale, but a number of decent boozers.  And one regrettable loss, if the Mona has closed it's a shame.  (Or two regrettable losses if you also count one third of a pint of Wainwright on the floor of the Ferry!)

Pub of the day: Sandbanks, a classic.
Beer of the day: Spilled Wainwright
Miles walked: 2.5
Maybe coming soon: Fazakerley, Anfield, Crosby, Wallasey

Bootle Bonus Up High

Today's jaunt started with a foolish decision:  As I loaded tablet and map into my bag I glanced out of the window and was pleased to see sunshine.  So I was a little miffed when I exited the front door a few minutes later into heavy rain.  The sensible choice would have been to let the shower pass and catch a later train but I was in "I've started so I'll finish" mode so arrived at the station rather wet.

The rain, of course, had almost stopped by the time I reached Liverpool, my train was somewhat delayed due to what appeared to be signaller incompetence.

Anyway, I was soon at Kirkdale station for a stroll to my first target, the Mons:

This large pub is now branded Stonehouse.  On the first Friday of "dryanuary" it was pretty deserted, I could only see one other customer as I waited at the counter.  After a short delay the lone barman spotted me and poured me a Guinness.  It was taking some time to settle so he brought it to my table.

The decor in here is rather good, bog standard "traditional" with pastel blue matchboarding below the dado.  Everything appeared well maintained.

As I enjoyed my pint a few additional customers came in but there was still acres of empty space.

I looked at the menu on my table which offered a good selection of bar snacks.  Don't they do meals any more?  Perhaps there's a full menu in the other side.  On my way to the gents I learned that there is a restaurant part, complete with a carvery option.

A rather bedraggled looking Just Eat guy came in to collect an order.  Not a job I'd fancy in this weather.  Or in any other weather, come to think of it.

The other day a friend asked me if Guinness Extra Cold is still a thing.  Here there are two Guinness taps, one says Extra Cold and the other doesn't, and I wondered if there was actually any difference.  My pint came from the extra cold one, I think that was because that was where I and the barman were standing.  Does anyone in the trade know if the difference still exists (Assuming it ever did.)

Next comes my Bootle bonus.  While checking my targets last night I discovered 14 Bar and Grill.  To be honest, I did wonder if this was a fictitious place - I remember some years ago searching residential streets in Birkenhead for a bar that appeared on Google Maps but had never existed.  But there's definitely something sparkly on top of Daniel House:

The entrance doesn't give any clues:

but after going up thirteen storeys in the lift, and then walking up one more I found this spectacular greenhouse of a place.  Definitely more of a restaurant than a bar but they seemed happy to pour me a pint of Mahou and bring it to my table, in a Mahou glass.

I love the decor in here, the entire ceiling is covered in sparkly baubles.  Is that just for Christmas?  I hope not.

More customers than the Mons, the muzac mixed with a number of gentle conversations.

The menu looks good although not cheap, fish and chips is £17 and I noticed a 14oz chateaubriand for sharing is £75.

They have a substantial outdoor area which must be good in better weather, and I think there's also a terrace on the roof for even better views.

So, not really the type of place my guide aims at as it is definitely a restaurant, but well worth a visit if only for the decor and the views of the docks, three football grounds, two cathedrals etc etc.  Not the sort of place you expect to find in Bootle, perhaps, but deserving of great success in my opinion.

My most expensive pint so far this year, it cost £6.

Next, another tower block but this time it's the ground floor for the Cat and Fiddle:

Years ago this was something of a real ale gem, but sadly no longer:  On my 2017 visit I recorded low quality cask, and this time there are no handpumps at all.  Nonetheless it is a pleasant comfortable boozer, well maintained, clean and tidy.  I had another Guinness.

Quite a few regulars were in, indulging in chatter or, in one case, working on his laptop.

Rather odd sound in here, the TV's are showing a music channel, Now 80s I think, but silently, while the speakers are playing another music selection.  On the plus side, we don't get to be annoyed by the adverts from the telly, but it does rather render the screens redundant.  Also, if the screen shows a song I like, it's annoying to listen to something completely different.  As I wrote that both TV and muzac were rubbish.

Next, the Jawbone Tavern which I'm ashamed to stay I haven't ticked since 2016:

Another one formerly providing real ales, and it says cask ales on the signage, but no handpumps were in evidence so I had another Guinness.

Ticking over with a number of customers here, and the music mixed with animated chatter.  It's half three on a Friday, places really need to be busier than this.  As I've said before, come on folks, I can't save the industry on my own.  (So far this year I've drunk in nine pubs which is not bad in five days, so I think I'm doing my part!  Probably one more today plus one or maybe two tomorrow.)

There's just one more target in Bootle so I can't go home without call in to the Addison Arms:

Formerly a Yates's, this enormous pleasantly done one room boozer is, in stark contrast to my four previous calls, busy.  Not packed out like I used to experience back in the 90s, but I had to tour the whole room before finding a free table to enjoy my final Guinness of the day.

There was some vague music playing but I couldn't identify it under the loud chatter of umpteen happy drinkers.  I think one day I should bring an audio recorder to one of these places, as this cheerful hubbub is something you just don't hear very often nowadays.

The lively atmosphere in here really makes the place, and the contrast to the quiet Mons and Jawbone is amazing.

I could see some food menus on display but no one in my end of the pub was eating, this is certainly a drinkers' boozer and none the worse for that.  

Two horse racing channels were on different tellies, and as I looked around quite a few of the customers were watching with interest.

Time for home I think, with the satisfaction of my first new tick of the year, plus four required revisits.

Pub of the day: 14 Bar and Grill
Beer of the day: Guinness
Miles walked: 2.2
Maybe coming soon: Fazakerley, Crosby, Egremont, Wallasey

End Of Year Report

2023 has been a bit of a "steady as she goes" year for the Merseyside Pub Guide:  The COVID restrictions are a distant memory, but we have the cost of living crisis to contend with instead.

This year I've managed to tick a pleasing forty-four pubs never before tried, bringing my grand total of Merseyside pubs to 1,465.  I was cheered to note that a significant number of the new ticks were new operations:

During the year I have logged a total of 264 visits to 255 pubs.  204 of these were "required", i.e. to pubs not ticked in the preceding five years.

People sometimes ask me which is my favourite Merseyside pub and I have managed to work out a "witty" answer, which is "The one I am in!"  I am not going to be so foolish as to try and come up with a pub of the year, although I was extremely pleased to see the Big House (Vines) in town rescued from its long decline:

I was honoured just a few days ago to get a mention in Pub Curmudgeon's blog.  Fame at last!  His comments reminded me of the uniqueness of my blog and the Merseyside Pub Guide:  I don't just collect good beer pubs or good architecture pubs, I target ALL pubs and am just as happy (well, almost) swigging Carling in a backstreet boozer as I am savouring Oakham Citra in an architectural gem.  I have yet to find any other website which covers all and any pubs in this way.

My beer-fuelled odyssey has been under way for over twenty-five years so it might be worth looking at some of the changes I have seen:

• The smoking ban obviously had a tremendous effect.  I look back with some nostalgic fondness to entering a packed pub when you couldn't see the other side for the fumes, and much less fondly to picking up my coat the next morning to go to work and suffering the stink of stale smoke!
• The demise of the real shithole has been a definite plus.  The pubs with fag-ends and vomit on the floor, surly bar staff and customers, and tatty furnishings have either cleaned up their act (and their vomit) or closed.
• There are many many fewer customers.  In 1998 on a Saturday afternoon survey in, for example, Tuebrook I would expect to find them three deep at the counter, and once served I would have to stand.  These days it is very rare for me to fail to get a table to sit at.
• Opening hours have reduced in many places so that a Tuesday afternoon research trip is in danger of being fruitless nowadays.
• Of course, we've lost a lot of pubs over the years.  Of the 1,977 recorded in my database I have 874 marked as closed.  This number is likely to be lower than the true figure as I often don't learn that a pub has gone until I try to re-visit.

Finally, let me send all my readers my best wishes for the coming year.  I wonder if I can find pub number 1,500 during 2024?

New In Walton Vale

The original plan for today was to get the train to Fazakerley for a number of overdue ticks working my way towards Walton.  But my preflight researches revealed three new bars at the end of that journey, so instead I headed straight to Walton Vale, and Fazakerley will have to wait for another time.

Just across the road from the classic post-war architecture of the Windsor, is Rooney's:

Sorry about the rather blurry picture.

Not very pubby, but this attempt at American styling is rather good.  Chrome tables, red white and blue seats, I really like it.  There's a mezzanine above the counter with a pool table.

Nothing American in the beer choice, I had my usual Carling.  If I were making suggestions I would say why not add a couple of American beers, that heavily advertised Brooklyn Lager or something you don't see every day like Sam Adams.  (They did have Budweiser but that's probably brewed in Burton!  Come to think of it, I bet Brooklyn Lager is too.  Checks internet...  Close, but no cigar!  Magor (Wales) and Wolverhampton respectively.)

Not many people in at half one on the Friday before Christmas, two groups one of which left just after I arrived and a couple of lads playing pool.  I was somewhat concerned about how busy things would be today and had decided my alternative plan of a few ticks in the city centre was unwise, but passing through Liverpool on my way here it seemed, if anything, quieter than a normal Friday.

Perhaps everyone is sick of Christmas already, or are they saving themselves for the weekend?  Personally I'll visit the local supermarket early on Saturday morning and then I won't leave the house again until next Wednesday, when the blood donors need me.

Next, ignoring the splendid building that is the Black Bull I crossed the road to the Tiny Tavern:

A well done shop conversion, one room nicely decorated with lots of plastic greenery and flowers.  Just a tiny nod to Christmas decorations; well done!

No real ale so I had another Carling.

The gentle music mixed with chatter between the barmaid and regulars.

A few doors down the road and directly opposite the Spoons is Cove Bar:

Another pleasant shop conversion with no real ale, so Carling again.  The Christmas decorations in here are much more noticeable, but very tastefully done, in fact beautiful, so another well done from me.  This year I haven't seen a single pub with excessive dekkies, have I touched lucky or has fashion simply aligned with my personal taste?

After writing the last sentence I thought about the phrase "touched lucky".  Google was no help at all but I think it is a phrase unique to Liverpool, meaning "been fortunate".

Quite a few customers in here, the loudest sound being animated conversations.

I looked out of the front windows.  The roads here were extremely busy reminding me of last Friday's bus problems, the difference being I can get a train home this time.  I hope!  Cancelled trains at Lime Street on Wednesday after a very good Birkenhead crawl resulted in a perhaps unwise extra pint in the North Western.

With three new shop conversions ticked, it seems only fitting to do a slightly older example of the species, the Vale Bar:

I think this is my favourite non-cask micro pub in Merseyside, there's something about the over the top decor (Not a square inch of the walls unused.) that make the place attractive, and it was full of happy chatter and happy regulars.  Perhaps I'm biased because all my visits have been after a few pints?

I had considered finishing my 2023 researches with some cask in Wetherspoon's, despite it not being a "required" tick, but this is much more fun.  What a fine boozer.

So, a great result for my last survey of the year.  (That's last survey and certainly not last pubs!)  THREE brand spanking new ticks taking my score of new ones this year to 44 for an all time total of 1,465 pubs visited.  All those stories about pubs struggling and yet I can find six new ones in eight days.

Let's see how frantic things are as I make my way home on so-called Black Eye Friday...  The answer is the train from Lime Street was so quiet I got a table to myself.

Pub of the day: Vale Bar
Beer of the day: Carling
Miles walked: Less than 1.
Maybe coming soon: Fazakerley, Crosby, Egremont, Wallasey

West Derby or East Of Eden

Another day, another bus ride, this time towards West Derby.  It was a lot shorter and quicker than yesterday's and I was very soon at my first target: Just across the road from Alder Hey Hospital is a new tick, the Eden Bar.  Damn, the shutters are down!  I hadn't managed to find the hours on the web but I thought I was safe on a Saturday afternoon.  I passed here on the bus at about the same time last Saturday and it was OK then.

Oh well, on eastwards through pleasant suburban back streets to a pair of pubs across the road from each other.  First, the Royal Standard:

A very nicely done Greene King operation with plenty of customers in a very pleasant pub partly knocked through but retaining separation between areas.

Only one operational handpump, offering IPA, and initially it served cleaning fluid.  The friendly barmaid headed down to the cellar and returned, grumbling about the stairs, to pull a couple of pints through before serving me with a spot on one.

Fish and chips is £12.19 on the menu of pub standards, what an odd price.  The food arriving at nearby tables looks good.

The gentle muzac mixed with family chatter and the occasional gurgle of a baby as I reflected on my recent drinking experience.  I know some readers of this blog pity me as I guzzle pint after pint of Carling but it occurred to me that since the lager in the Sheil Park last Saturday I have drunk twenty pints in umpteen pubs, all cask and all high quality.  I wonder how long I can keep that up?  I fear I know the answer, and I predict at least one of the next two ticks will be keg only.

Across the road is the 1930s gem of a building that is the Crown Inn:

Every time I come here I mention that this pub appeared as the Swan in Brookside, many years ago.  The interior retains quite a lot of original features including leaded glass work and dark wood panelling and partitions.  It has clearly had the layout of the rooms modified over the years, but it is still split into two sides with limited access between.  What a nice pub, it seems more clean and tidy than I remember from last time.

Banter amongst the regulars mostly drowned out gentle football commentary from the telly, there was also racing on another screen.

As predicted it was a pint of Carling in here, oh well, my cask streak couldn't go on for ever.  Actually it was tangy and refreshing and I really enjoyed it.  Will I get kicked out of CAMRA for writing that?

I looked at the racing on the telly.  Is it snowing there?  No, I think it is poor reception.  I'm surprised there is analogue transmission anywhere in the chain nowadays, surely all satellites send digital.   My best guess is that the picture does the last leg from the satellite box to the telly by analogue UHF and the cable is defective.  It's quite hard to buy a telly that will receive analogue TV now, I managed to find one on Amazon recently when I had a need, and it is now installed in my workshop.

Next, down the road to the Bulldog:

Another Carling here, despite this being a Greene King pub.  The enormous knocked through interior has been well looked after and looks very nice.  Not busy but there were enough customers to keep the lone barman occupied with a steady flow of custom.

No sound except cheerful chatter as I relaxed in a quiet end of the pub with comfortable booth seating.

I admired my surroundings.  This is a beautifully done out boozer and I really hope it does well and survives long term.  I wonder what it's like on a Saturday evening?  Hopefully busy.

I checked my map.  With only a tiny extra walk I can go back to the Eden to find my bus home, perhaps it opened at two or three.

I'll have to check when I get home but I think today's three ticks (so far) mean I've reached my 2023 target of two hundred "required" pub visits.  If so, I can relax for the remaining two weeks of the year, although that doesn't necessarily mean I won't do some more.

Anyway, back to Eden Bar.  Aha!  The shutters are up:

Inside I found a well done shop conversion rather nicely decorated with some dark wood panelling and dark blue walls.

No cask but it didn't take me long to spot Tiny Rebel's Clwb Tropica on tap.  Always a keg favourite this, fruity and sweet.

The barman searched for a matching glass, and failed.  "It's in there somewhere" I suggested helpfully.  "I don't work here I'm just covering", he explained.  My pint in an unbranded goblet was fine.  Although I do admire pubs that serve beers in the correct glass, it tastes just as good without.  I'm reminded of classic bars in Belgium which have a hundred beers on the menu and still manage to find the proper glass for each one.

The music here was provided by the barman's phone, so had to stop abruptly when someone phoned him up!

How's that!?  Annual target exceeded and one new tick, number 1,462.  Time for home.  If I don't do any more before Christmas, have a good one and I'll see you next year.  Don't forget to support your pubs in January, they're FOR LIFE, NOT JUST FOR CHRISTMAS!

Pub of the day: Bulldog
Beer of the day: Clwb Tropica
Miles walked: 1.8
Maybe coming soon: Kirkdale