I nipped into town with the objective of collecting a brand new tick which I'm told serves real ale. The train journey was extremely crowded, they've had years to sort out the new trains but still we get a six car train with everyone crowded into three carriages.
Once I'd escaped from the station I marched hopefully up Renshaw Street to the Bombed Out Church:
This has been open as a cafe for some time, I think, and I recently learned that they do real ale so time for a visit.
Unfortunately it is reservations only on Saturdays, apparently, so I didn't get my tick. Hmph! I'll be back, perhaps when it is a bit quieter. Irritatingly I could see umpteen empty tables.
So, where's the nearest real ale? The Dispensary, of course:
Only my fourth visit here since lockdown!
They were doing a decent trade at 12:30, but with plenty of free tables, so I was soon enjoying a pint of favourite Oakham Citra in the chilly breeze.
I must say I am looking forward to two weeks time when I will be able to sit in comfort inside pubs instead of freezing on a wobbly bench in the street!
Where next? There's another new one, well a new name anyway, just round the corner so I headed for the Coach House:
Formerly Hard Times And Misery and then Dickens and King, this now belongs to the Angus on Dale Street.
The waiter reeled off a list of real ales I didn't recognise and Inferno, another Oakham brew, so I selected that one and it was very good, although I still prefer my favourite Citra from the last place.
Again, ticking over nicely but with plenty of free tables. This place, usually the smallest pub in Liverpool, has benefited from the current situation as they have a lot more space outside in the street than they have inside. I wonder if they will be allowed to occupy half the width of the road long term.
Town was getting a bit busy, what with a kill the bill march and Saturday shoppers, so I decided to beat a retreat at this point and headed for home.
Miles walked: 1.5
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