It's Never Just One

I was in town for some shopping but it I couldn't resist visiting a pub which only opened yesterday, so I headed up Seel Street to 1936 Pub Co's newest outlet, St Peters Tavern:

Wow!  1936 have outdone themselves with this one.  The interior on three floors is stunning.  Almost all fake, I think, except for the stained glass windows which look original.  The usual stag's heads (Where do they get them all from, I wonder?) decorate the walls.  On its second day many of the customers were taking pictures, as was I.

I never visited this building in its previous incarnation as Alma De Cuba, I always thought that was a restaurant but I suspect I might have been wrong about that. So I don't know how much of the current decor is brand new, but I suspect it is most of it.  The building was originally a catholic church, opened in 1788.

Sixteen handpumps offered a wonderful selection and for once I skipped favourite White Rat (I had a couple in the Big House on Monday, another 1936 pub.) and went for a fine pint of Bass.  The young barman who served me struggled with the till, I guess it was new to him - The place only opened yesterday - but he managed the pour perfectly, which is, after all, the most crucial part of his role.

There were a couple of dozen customers at one on a Thursday, so the enormous space felt rather empty, but even as I typed that more arrived.

A tremendous place, highly recommended. 

So, where else can I tick while I'm round here?  Dirty O'Shea's and Mean Eyed Cat aren't open at this time, but Pogue Mahone is:

Here I had a Guinness, of course.  Good grief, £6.30 is a bit steep, isn't it!

The Irish decor in here is pleasant as always, but not special enough to justify that price, I think.  Perhaps unsurprisingly there are only about five other customers.

Next?  I'm supposed to be shopping, not drinking, but there on the corner is La'Go:

I had always assumed that this was a night club sort of place that I would probably never visit, so I was somewhat surprised to see the doors open at half two on a Thursday.  But they were so I thought I would try it. 

What I found was a large open plain room pleasantly decorated with a rather stylish corrugated steel counter front and a good mural on the wall behind the DJ booth.  My knee-jerk reaction was to describe this as a bit of a dump but that's not fair, it is rather well done.

The customers were a handful of blokes, one or two of whom looked a bit "down market" if I'm honest.  I found out why when I ordered a pint of Carling, it was only £2.50.  I also learned that Guinness is 2.80 in here, that's less than half the price I just paid up the road.

I really liked this place, although I think I would probably hate it at eleven on a Friday night.  I'm not sure what warmed me to it, maybe the music - I've always loved the Eagles' Take it Easy, perhaps because I have actually stood on that "corner in Winslow, Arizona" that they sing about.  (Now there's an unusual boast!)

OK, shopping forgotten by now, where's the next target?  (I'll regret that when there's no milk for my morning coffee!)  Dirty O'Sheas opens at three according to Google, so maybe I should have another look there:

Another Irish bar, in my opinion nicer than Pogue.  And the Guinness was only three quid, again less than half their price!

Just ten minutes after opening time there were only two other customers in the spacious wood floored front room as I settled on a bench seat with my Guinness.

I noticed a massive stock of plastic glasses in the corner, perhaps that's what you get at 1 am when I can imagine this place jam packed.  More customers came in as I enjoyed my pint. 

They've got a "competition draw" on Sunday called Find The Fenian.  In my ignorance, I had thought that Fenian was a dirty word or at least a pejorative term, but I guess not, or at least it is not bad enough to be excluded from a big sign on the wall.  I'll get my friend John, who knows everything, to explain it to me when I see him on Monday.

Time to head for home, but at the bottom of Bold Street is an imposing building labelled the Lyceum Post Office.  I have no idea what it has been used for in the past, but now a sign calls it One Under:

This is some kind of golf related place but at the front is an attractive bar where I had a pint of Moretti in a beautiful two storey domed room. 

If I was sober I would have investigated what the golf was all about, is it like a mini golf course?  I searched the web.  Yes, one is supposed to play crazy golf or other games, that explains why the barman asked if I wanted anything else when I ordered my pint.

At four on a Thursday there seemed to be more staff than customers in here.  But perhaps there are lots of people golfing?

Finding my way to the gents I was able to observe that this place is, indeed, an indoor crazy golf course.

Now it is definitely time for home, but can I call in at the supermarket?  Yes!  With no less than four new ticks, bringing my total to 1,515 that's a great shopping trip! 

Pub of the day: St Peters, of course
Beer of the day: Bass, obviously
Miles walked: 1.5
Maybe coming soon: Kirkdale, Litherland

Birkenhead

On a chilly damp Saturday afternoon I headed under the Mersey to Birkenhead where I started in the Richmond:

Outside this one looks a bit down at heel, the inside is much better, plain but pleasant.  Just one room with proper old wooden floorboards.  Some bare brick walls and lots of matchboarding complete the decor.  Altogether a rather fine "ordinary" boozer. 

About eight other customers were in at two on a Saturday, I imagine they get more later.  At least I hope so. 

My notes reminded me of sour Guinness in here a long time ago, that's why I chose Carling today, but actually a survey of the glassware in use showed Fosters was more popular. 

Just a few doors down the road was the beautiful ceramic frontage of the Windsor Castle, pictured in 2018:

Sadly, no trace of the tiling remains.

On to the Charing Cross:

Another "ordinary" one, again well cared for and pleasant.  A proper two sided boozer with a servery in between the halves.  I started in the bar side where pool players and others meant I couldn't have a good seat at a table, so I took my Carling through the doorway to the better appointed lounge side where there were plenty of comfortable seats. 

I hesitated writing the last sentence.  Is it still a doorway if there isn't a door?  There must be an architectural term for a door shaped hole?  Immediately adjacent to it are two window shaped holes in the wall without windows. 

Wordiology aside, this is a truly great plain pub, long may it continue. 

My notes show real ale here, but the three handpumps are purely decorative, I think.  One had a John Smith's clip, perhaps I missed an opportunity?  I doubt it.

I looked around.  Sparkly white lights can be an all year round thing these days, or are they tastefully restrained Christmas decorations? 

Access to the gents involves passing close to the pool table, I watched as regulars paused to allow players to finish their shots before entering. 

Next, just round the corner is Desi's:

This used to be a Yates Wine Lodge and it still has some of the decor.  Dozens of customers were enjoying mostly lager in here, no music, no footie commentary, just multiple cheerful animated conversations. 

The large open room has, I think, retained some Yates styling, including a beautiful staircase to the mezzanine seating, and a giant glitter ball (Must be 2ft diameter!) above the stairs.  Obviously the actual finish, paint, carpet, etc. has been redone over the years because it all looks very good.

Did I ever tick this as Yates?  I don't remember doing so, and a quick check of the database confirmed this, in fact my first and only previous visit was as recently as November 2018.  Oddly, I did take a picture of it as Yates back in 2004 but apparently I didn't go in.  I wonder why.

My third Carling of the day came in one of the older style glasses, again a survey of the glassware showed that Fosters was favourite here. 

Correcting my comment above, I could hear a little bit of racing commentary amongst the conversations.

A few steps down the road is Seamus O'Donnell's.  I failed to take a picture today so here's one from 2018:

I remember being frightened by an enormous dog behind the counter here last time, no such problem today and a friendly barmaid soon served me an excellent pint of Guinness.

This pleasant "Irish" pub is well decorated with plenty (but not too much) of Irish "stuff".  I note that it used to be the Exmouth Arms, did I ever come here in that era?  My memory says no and the database confirms that, so I've only ever sampled its Irish version.

The sounds were gentle muzac mixed with cheerful chatter, the soundtrack of a proper pub! 

Next, only a short walk gets me to Mackenzie:

This boozer holds a special place in my affections because in July 2004 it was my Merseyside pub number 1,000.  Five hundred odd pubs further on that feels like a long time ago! 

Good grief it's cold in here!  Just a handful of customers in the one room.  I noticed that unusually they don't offer Carling, I had Guinness.

The three other customers are surely not enough to pay the wages of the beautiful barmaid.  As I arrived a bloke was leaving and he got a hug, what do I have to do?  Perhaps I should have bought her a drink!

I checked my photographs and apparently this pub has lost the capital K that used to be in MacKenzie.

Now I've got a choice:  There is exactly one more pub round here that needs ticking so, five pints to the good, do I head home or do I call in at the Garrick Snug.  I think we all know the answer:

Wow, this is a really packed boozer complete with karaoke.  I managed to find a seat but no chance of putting down my Carling while I wrote this.  It's quite a feat to type on a tablet while holding a pint, especially when it's number six; and I didn't spill a drop.

The karaoke fella was very good although he had to do much of the singing himself, no one was volunteering.  Eventually someone did, a great rendition of Minnie the Moocher.

Compared with the previous tick, this place was lovely and warm.  And packed with happy customers at five o'clock on a Saturday.

When I start singing along with the karaoke it's a good sign that it is time to head home!

Pub of the day: Garrick Snug
Beer of the day: Guinness
Miles walked: 1.2
Maybe coming soon: Kirkdale

Brunch!

A morning in town started at the Brunch & Cocktail Club:

Not the type of place I frequent, so I didn't really know what to expect here.  A pleasant one roomed cafe/bar is what I found.  I think the decor would usually be described as restrained, but they've gone a little overboard with the Christmas stuff - Still looking good, though.

At eleven on a Friday it was quite busy and everyone was half my age or less.  No, wait, I can see one older bloke.

I enjoyed a fine breakfast fry-up accompanied by a very spicy Bloody Mary.  Now that's the way to start a special day!

The room gradually got busier while I was there, I don't think they ran out of tables but it was probably close.

This is probably the only visited entry in the Merseyside Pub Guide where I haven't had any beer.

Where next?  There aren't any overdue ticks round here likely to be open at this time.  However, as I wandered in search of a Wetherspoon I heard the rattle of the shutters going up at Albert's Schenke:

Here, I had Erdinger, in a proper glass, from the impressive range of taps.  There were some unusual ones available, from Germany and from local Black Lodge as well.

I was disappointed but not unduly surprised to see that the two handpumps were out of use.

Are the three copper "Pilsner Urquell unpasteurised" tanks above the servery in use?  Maybe I should have had that.

As I enjoyed my beer more customers trickled in but it was still fairly quiet.  Many of the tables had Reserved signs, so they are obviously expecting to be busy later, while I'm already on my way home.

Hope Street

November already!  I headed into Liverpool for a few overdue ticks.  Firstly, up Mount Pleasant past Paddy's Wigwam and into the Font:

Despite my being two generations too old, I quite like this place.  Modern decor, mixed seating including some sofas, decent music including songs I recognise and at a non deafening level even though I was sitting under a speaker. 

A good selection of "common" kegs includes my usual Carling but I chose Tiny Rebel's Clwb Tropicana, delicious.  There was no sign of the real ale I enjoyed, er, wow, was it really eleven years ago?

There were about a dozen customers spread out in the large space at one on a Friday, but more than half of them departed while I drank. 

My mind wandered back to when I was the age of this place's target audience.  In those days the favourite haunt of my friends and I was the Bulls Head by Piccadilly station, which in the 1980s was very much a traditional boozer, offering a fine pint of Burtonwood Bitter.  So I was a Pubman (TM) even then!  Goodness knows what the regulars in the bar side thought of all those noisy students in the lounge.  The inside has changed out of all recognition now, but they still did a decent pint when I was there in March this year.

On to Hope Street next, and the Pen Factory:

More of a food destination, this, but they have always offered real ale and I learned recently that it is now run by the same people as the Bridewell and the Denbigh Castle, so we should get a great selection of ales. Indeed we do, and I had Three Swords from Kirkstall brewery.  There were six handpumps so plenty of options.  Three Swords has a bit of a burnt tang reminiscent of Spitfire, perhaps? 

The large open room was quite busy although there was still a choice of empty tables for me.  No music at all, just conversations and the occasional clink of cutlery.  The decor is unchanged since my last visit back in 2015, bare and painted brickwork, naked ducts, and so on.  Very pleasant. 

I could see plenty of food coming out of the kitchen but there were also a few drinkers. 

Once again, not really a Pubman's destination, but again I like the place.

I examined the menu.  A number of tempting options but nineteen quid for fish and chips is a bit steep, I think.  I'll pencil this place in for the next time I want to impress a woman on a first date - I should be so lucky! 

Next target, just a little further down Hope Street is the Casa Bar:

This popular one roomed boozer is only open on limited days of the week.  (When I was planning this survey for yesterday, it would have been closed, I think.)  It is for ever associated with various workers rights campaigns.  At three on a Friday the custom was mainly blokes as old or older than I enjoying get togethers.

From a good selection of keg beers I selected Guinness and was somewhat surprised to be offered normal or cold, you don't often see that nowadays.  I chose normal of course.  And it was very good.

The group of lads sitting near me were discussing a future pub crawl starting in the Lime Kiln.  The details seemed very complex and a lot of discussion, and beer, was necessary as they sorted out the arrangements.  Moments later the topic was football.

A bit famous, this place, but to me it is pleasant enough but nothing special.  Certainly worthy of a tick, anyway.

My next target was the Hope and Anchor:

Another student-oriented place, an enormous chilly room mostly empty. 

I selected a favourite beer at home, I don't think I've ever noticed Magic Rock's High Wire Grapefruit on draft before.  It came in a Punk IPA glass, tut tut, but tasted delicious.

The small and large screens are showing cricket, the West Indies won as I was typing this.  I wouldn't have thought this was the most interesting sport for today's youngsters, but who am I to judge their proclivities?

The enormous space here was mostly empty at half three, presumably they will be busier later.  Every time the door opened I was hit with an icy blast, this place definitely needs some more heat.  On the other hand, jam packed at ten tonight it's probably roasting.

Continuing today's theme, again this isn't a Pubman's destination but I quite like it, apart from the cold that is.

As I enjoyed my tasty pint the room got busier, still sparsely populated but a lot fuller than when I came in.  Apparently, Friday night starts about now! 

One more, I think, how about the Flute:

The large open room here was sparsely populated with groups and couples. 

I eyed the handpumps with some suspicion but decided to gamble on a pint of Wainwright Gold.  I won the bet, it was spot on, I shouldn't have doubted.  And it came in a Wainwright glass.

In common with most of today's calls, I was two generations older than the rest of the customers, and yet I like the place.  Probably the closest to a pub of all today's ticks.  There was a regular flow of custom at the counter and the room slowly filled as I enjoyed my real ale.

The sound track in here was gentle background music mostly beaten by cheerful chatter.

I recall grumbling about finding the toilets on a previous visit here, I noticed there's now a big sign pointing to the gents, so no problem this time. 

I had a quick look at the menu; fish and chips is seven quid, that's twelve pounds less than the Pen Factory.  I still think that if I were trying to impress someone the Pen Factory would win.

What about the real ale?  This is definitely not a cask destination, but they still managed to serve a spot on pint.  Why don't more places do this??  If I knew the answer I'd be running a pub the country by now. 

That's five enjoyable ticks, time for home...

But wait!  On a number of occasions I have wanted to try Bock, but it has always been shut.

However, at four on a Friday it is open so I have to go in as I've never ticked it before. 

What I found here was an unexpectedly small room comfortably decorated with a counter offering a selection of keg beers including Guinness and Old Speckled Hen, and favourite Erdinger which I chose. 

I had imagined that a place like this, on a busy drinkers road open only at peak drinking hours would be an enormous beer hall catering for the evening crowd.  But no, it's a small place offering quality keg beers in a comfortable interior. 

One of the other customers ordered two Erdingers and then took a picture of them on the counter before returning to his table.  Perhaps someone else is blogging?  

It's definitely time for home...

Pub of the day: Flute

Not-a-pub of the day:  Pen Factory
Beer of the day: Three Swords
Miles walked: 1.7
Maybe coming soon: Kirkdale, Birkenhead

Mostly Heswall

Another sunny October day saw me taking multiple trains en route to Heswall.  I started with a glance at the Glegg Arms which is no longer a pub:

On the other side of the roundabout is the Devon Doorway:

Inside the attractive building with thatched roof is a very well appointed up market restaurant.  However, one side of the room is allocated to drinkers and the waitress guarding the door transformed into a barmaid when I said I only wanted a drink.

There were three handpumps on the counter, but all the clips were turned round, so I selected Neck Oil.  Ouch, £7.10!

At two on a Wednesday the restaurant was surprisingly busy, although having said that everyone was concentrated in the front room and the larger dining area behind appeared empty.  Just four drinkers in the non-dining part.  My table didn't have a food menu so I can't comment on that.

Next, I headed into the middle of Heswall where I had a number of overdue ticks on my list.  This meant I had to walk past some good places (Beer Lab, Bow Legged Beagle, Hydes' Harry Beswick, and so on.)

Eventually, just across the road from the Wetherspoon I reached Otto Lounge:

This pleasant modern cafe/bar in one large room is very well decorated in an eclectic style. The art deco lampshades suspended from modern cable ducts is a weird combination.  Nearby the lighting is from heavy duty faux-industrial units. The giant windows along the front wall create a fine open feeling.  I really like the overall effect. 

I was supposed to choose a table before ordering, but "that one there" sufficed and I soon had a pint of Cruzcampo.  "Only" £5.45 this time.

Another place busier than I expected, the room was filled with mixed chatter from a number of groups.  Including a gang of new mothers, complete with offspring.  I imagine when I was six months old holding such a get together in a bar would have been frowned upon, luckily we live in more enlightened times.  Although if the current puritanical lot in charge had their way we'd soon go back to the dark ages.

Resisting a visit to the spoons over the road, I headed on to Barcode:

There's something special about this micro pub.  With no pretensions to cask ale, it is a perfect example of an "ordinary boozer" with a friendly barmaid chatting with the cheerful regulars and serving pints of Carling, Madri, and so on.  I felt I'd moved from posh back to the real world.  Do I sound like an inverted snob? 

Good grief, my Carling was £2.50, what a contrast with the previous two places!

I tried to listen in to the chatter, but we're too far from home for me to follow.  When they refer to the Big House it's not the Vines, but somewhere nearer here. 

Next, on to the Harvest Mouse.  I walked up the road.  I paused; am I going the right way, I should be able to see it by now?  And then I discovered it has lost its sails:

No, it is not a windmill, it never was a windmill.  It was built in 1980 as a destination pub.  I've not really forgiven them for that dishonesty and I have to say it's a greater disappointment that it is not even a fully equipped fake windmill now! 

Never mind. Inside is a pleasant contemporary dining pub, with Flaming Grill branding.  I selected Landlord from the small range of cask on offer and it was spot on. 

By now it is four in the afternoon, perhaps a bit early for the dinner rush but nonetheless there are plenty of people in here.  A poor choice of table meant I couldn't spy on who was eating or drinking.

Finally, a long walk to Irby, where my recent visit missed a newly opened pub because I didn't know about it.  To save my feet, perhaps there is a bus?  Yes, in just a couple of minutes; can I visit the gents and get to the stop in time?  I did, so it was an easy ride to Crafty Tavern:

A standard conversion of two shop units, I think, with two hand pumps on the counter.  I chose Plum and Raisin Porter from Spitting Feathers, which was very good but not the all time great I was hoping for.  Was it past its best?  Probably not, just a little less plum and raisin than I would have liked.

Sadly, I was the only customer, no wonder these places don't have longer hours.  I had a good chat with the barman about local pubs, and my guide. He suggested I should have a table at a beer festival and sell copies of the book.

Eventually one other customer arrived, choosing a bottle of something Belgian from the fridge.  Was it Delerium Red?  If so, gorgeous!  Before I'd finished my pint he chose another bottle, no idea what but it wasn't a common one or at least it wasn't one I recognised, clearly a man of taste! 

Time for another bus to take me towards home.  A very good day's research including one brand new one.

Pub of the day: Crafty Tavern
Beer of the day: Landlord
Miles walked: 2.5
Maybe coming soon: Kirkdale, Birkenhead

Birkdale

On a warm sunny October Thursday I headed to Birkdale, hoping for some overdue revisits and some new ones.  I started in Bar'Nista:

This is a pleasant cafe/bar in a shop conversion.  What makes it special is the handpumps on the counter.  Only one had a clip so I had a pint of Courage Directors, I must confess I didn't know they still brewed it.  Very nice, anyway.  It came in one of those strange Hobgoblin glasses.

Plenty of customers inside and out, the majority on wine I think, although I did overhear a request for an Irish coffee.

Next, Barrique:

An even posher wine bar, this one, but three taps behind the counter so I'll allow it.  I chose the house lager which was tasty.

Again, some people were enjoying the unexpected sunshine and sitting outside, as well as half a dozen indoor customers. 

The decor is rather attractive contemporary, with some white tiling and a partly mosaic floor.  

I perused the menu.  The most expensive wine I could see was £110 for a bottle.  No thanks! 

Along one wall were some intriguing dispensing machines: You need to load a card at the bar and then insert it and select one of sixteen wines.  You can see the bottles inside the machine.  Does it really get so busy in here that they can't just pour you a wine at the counter? There was another identical machine to dispense whisky but it didn't have any bottles in so it's presumably not in use today. 

While this is certainly not "My sort of place" (TM) I must say it was pleasant and comfortable, what more could one ask for?  The answer, of course, is cask ale.

A short walk into the suburban streets took me to the Upsteps:

At four on a Thursday I found a busy lively locals' boozer, I almost had to elbow my way to the counter as it was surrounded by seated regulars.  I ordered a pint of White Rat, the barmaid started pulling a Wainwright.  A dilemma for me, last time I corrected a barmaid she was right and I was wrong, and embarrassed.  I risked it and she quickly abandoned the wrong one and pulled me an excellent pint of White Rat.

What a brilliant pub this is, cheerful busy atmosphere, quality ale, comfortable interior pleasantly decorated. 

The background music mixed with multiple conversations as I enjoyed the pint of the day.

Back to central Birkdale where there is one more overdue tick right beside the station, but first how about a new one, the Tea Rooms:

Birkdale seems to be the home of the cafe/bar shop conversion, and this is another one - Tea Rooms calls itself a wine bar but with five taps on the counter it certainly qualifies for the guide.  One high ceilinged room with, I'm sorry to report, more staff than customers at five o'clock.  Two of the staff departed just after I wrote that, their shift must end at five I guess.

I selected long term favourite Erdinger from the selection of international brews, of course it came in the proper glass.  The food menu, pizzas and focaccia looks rather tempting, but I'll wait until I get home and get a pizza delivery, I think. 

Finally, next to the station is Birkers, last visited in 2017:

This rather odd "shed" in the station yard is a great boozer.  One high ceilinged room with an island servery in the middle, and comfortable seating all around.  Most of the regulars were sitting at the counter but I retreated with my Carling to one of the tables. 

The decor has been "enhanced" by various Halloween related cobwebs, ghosts, skeletons, and so on.  At least it prevents early Christmas decorations!

The menu of wings, burgers, and pizzas looks good and good value. 

At half five on a Thursday I could see twelve customers, all sitting at the counter except for one eating and me.

Gosh!  Three brand new ticks AND two quality cask ales, that's a rather good haul for a Thursday afternoon!  I'll see you at the Rainhill Beer Festival on Saturday - If you want an extremely rare* signed one, bring your copy of my book and I'll sign it! (You'll have to recognise me first, though.)

(* At the time of writing, only one signed copy exists.)

Pub of the day: Upsteps
Beer of the day: White Rat
Miles walked: 0.8
Maybe coming soon: Kirkdale, Birkenhead

More Drinks!

Ooops!  A lack of proper planning saw me on the train to Tranmere with some noisy football fans.  To be fair, they were noisy but well behaved.  I considered changing my plans and going somewhere else but decided to stick with it.  Off the train at Rock Ferry, all the fans dived into the Bedford while I turned the other way.  My first intended target was close to the ground but before that I had to walk past the Rockvilla.  But it's changed name, to More Drinks!

The auctioneers sign outside doesn't bode well, but it's open now so I'll visit even though I was here only three years ago so it is not technically "required".

Just as last time this is a rather well done plain boozer, with rough wood panelling and some bare brick creating an attractive interior. 

There are two distinct sides to the pub, but the back of the servery seems to have been glazed so I think one has to come into this side to be served.  This side has a couple of rooms off, altogether a rather good layout.

I ordered a Carling before I spotted the intriguing handwritten tap label "Wirral Wobbler".

About half a dozen regulars were joking and chatting.  There's something special about this pub that I can't identify:  Perhaps it is the happy atmosphere, with friendly barman and regulars creating a pleasant ambience.

Some free food appeared on the counter as I neared the end of my pint - I resisted. 

A query arose at the pool table, and the players consulted the barman for adjudication.  He said "if you're paying EPA rules it's no, Birkenhead rules yes" which rather amused me.  I think I've come across these "Birkenhead Rules" in another pub some time ago.  (Purely as a nosy observer, not a player, I hasten to add.)

I headed on to the Sportsmans Arms:

As expected, this place was full of footie fans, gradually leaving for the ground.

Oh goodie!  White Rat is on.  The friendly barmaid apologised for serving cask in a plastic glass, I told her it tasted the same.  (To be honest I do prefer glass, but I'm not going to complain when they're serving one of my favourite ales in fine nick.  And it was only three quid.)

I had to stand initially, but fairly soon got a seat and table, as time moved on towards kick off and the crowd thinned .  By three there were only half a dozen of us left, and the bar staff busied themselves collecting glasses (er, plastics?) and empty crisp packets, and cleaning the tables.

I've been impressed by this pub before, pleasantly decorated and well maintained, offering quality cask in what would otherwise be a bit of a desert, they seem to have the formula exactly right.  I couldn't see any indication of the food they used to offer, but perhaps that's just because of the footie? 

I moved on, passing the long closed Black Horse where I last supped in 2012.  Did I get the giant chimney in my picture?  I thought chimneys like that had been forgotten by 1931 when this place was built.

A loud cheer indicated Tranmere had gone one down.  Only a short walk away is the Beehive:

I really like this historic-looking building (1930s again?) and I was pleased to find that the pub is still operating.   Inside I found a dozen or so regulars.

I read somewhere that Moretti has overtaken Carling as the biggest selling draught beer in the UK - Not here, I could see umpteen Carling glasses, and I added one to the total. 

The interior here is plain but well done and well cared for, the colour scheme is the fashionable shades of grey.

Once again, free food was on offer, sandwiches and chicken nibbles I think.  Again, I resisted temptation.  The mixing desk and lights at the end of the room suggested a noisy Saturday night ahead but at half three the only sounds were chit-chat and racing commentary. 

Next, into the back streets in search of the Imperial:

Something of a classic, this one, with some historic features such as an ancient fireplace inside although I suspect much of the decor is sixties?  I'm not sure though, the leaded glass above the counter seems genuine thirties or older.  I need an architecture expert to analyse this one for me!  The building must be early twentieth century I think, so maybe the interior is too.  A very pleasing boozer anyway.

Once again the sound was the animated chatter of one or two dozen regulars, I think the sport on the telly was silent. 

I'm off, before the football lets out.  This turned out to be a wise decision, the rumbles of thunder while I waited for the bus were followed by a very heavy hailstorm as I travelled into Birkenhead.

Pub of the day: Sportsmans Arms
Beer of the day: Ossett White Rat
Miles walked: 2
Maybe coming soon: Kirkdale, Birkenhead

The Last Pub in Stockbridge Village

With, I have to admit, little optimism, I caught the bus to Canny Farm.  Would any of the pubs have survived, or was I on a hiding to nothing?

Locals will already have realised that my use of the names Cantril Farm, Canny Farm or even Cannibal Farm is pure affectation, as the area was renamed Stockbridge Village long before I first came to Liverpool. 

Anyway, I started at the location of the Barley Mow, long closed and now replaced by houses:

As I headed on I must confess to wondering if today was going to be a series of pictures of modern housing on the sites of closed pubs.  Soon, I reached the Village Inn and, lo and behold, it is still operating:

Only the front room was in use, clean but a little worn in places, especially the bench seats round the walls which were full of holes.

About ten customers, all blokes of my age or older were watching footie on the telly, and chatting. 

I looked around as I sank my Carling.  Re-cover the seats and the place would merit a "clean, tidy and well looked after" description because apart from the seats, it is. 

I noticed an indication we are in the 2020s even in this classic from the 1960s:  There was no bitter available whereas last time, in 2018, they offered John Smith's and Worthington's.  There was a tap for John Smith's Golden Ale, which I suppose is close.  If the correct glasses were used I can report that about 80% of the custom was for Carling with the remainder on the Smith's.

Next, the Ploughman:

Long closed, I'm sorry to report, and with some kind of legal notice pinned to the front fence. 

On to the Black Angus which streetview research earlier in the year had revealed was closed, demolished and replaced by housing:

So that's it for Stockbridge Village.  My database lists six pubs, I drank in four of them in 1998, and some again more recently, and now the Village Inn is the only one left.  Isn't that a shame. 

I departed at the North end of the estate, on to Deysbrook Lane.  The Princess has been closed and demolished for a long time, although I did manage to tick it in 1998, but remarkably the frame of the pub sign remains:

I was getting a bit thirsty by now, but it wasn't far to the Deysbrook which I was fairly confident would be open:

Not just open, it is thriving.  Very nicely modernised and beautifully cared for, it retains some of the original two sided layout, although I expect there has been some knocking through over the years. 

The bar side was busy, I had to sit at the corner of someone else's table to put down my Carling - It's hard to write on a tablet standing up with a pint in your hand.  In the other side was a very lively party, I couldn't make out what they were celebrating but there were a lot of happy people and a lot of noise. 

I must say it is pleasing to find a busy pub nowadays, especially as it wasn't too busy for me to find a seat.  It shows "ordinary" boozers can continue to flourish in 2024.  Thank goodness for that. 

The score so far is two required ticks.  It's a long walk to the next one and I'm not sure I can be bothered...  Home it is. 

Pub of the day: Deysbrook
Beer of the day: Carling
Miles walked: 2.1
Maybe coming soon: Kirkdale, Birkenhead

Southport in the Sunshine

On a pleasant sunny day you find me on the train to Southport where I started in the Wellington:

A classic boozer this, one large knocked through room, very nicely decorated in traditional style.  There were plenty of customers at two on a Thursday.

What's this?  A handpump with a Moorhouse's clip, I never expected that.  As the friendly barmaid handed me my pint she said "It's the first one out today, let me know if it doesn't taste right".  One sniff of the vinegary odour was enough for me to reject it.  The second pint smelled (smelt?) better but still tasted off, so I had a Carling.  I did wonder if another few pulls would reach drinkable ale, but on reflection probably not.  While sour ale is always a disappointment, the warning and the cheerful replacement is the proper way to deal with it; full marks to the barmaid and 0/10 for the cellarman.  Of course, they could be one and the same.

Ten minutes later I noticed the clip had been turned round, that's good.  The other handle also had a turned round clip. 

The soundtrack in here?  Cheerful conversations with music in the background.  This is what a pub should sound like. 

On to the Sporting Jester:

Another traditional boozer, with perhaps more modern decor than the Welly, very pleasant and, once again, spotless. 

No trouble with the real ale here, because they don't do it any more, so another Carling for your reporter.  I recall coming in for the first time back in 2011 for a pint of cask when the Volunteer, as it was then known, made a short lived appearance in the Good Beer Guide.

Not quite as busy as the Wellington, but still ticking over nicely at three o'clock.

There were three dartboards at one end of the room along with a pool table, not in use at the moment.  Now I look at it, the pool table is parked over an oche, so some rearrangement would be needed to play three games of darts.

Now, a favourite of mine, the Cheshire Lines:

As you can see, one of the locals spotted me taking the photo.

What a disappointment!  Admittedly it is better than last time I walked this way, when it was surrounded by fencing during COVID, but this time no real ale is on offer and the barmaid advised me that quite a few of the keg ones were unavailable too.  Luckily, Neck Oil was on so I had that. 

Only about three or four other customers in, I suppose it's just too far from the main drag, with no passing trade.

Running out of half of the keg beers is sometimes a sign of the wholesaler refusing to deliver until bills are paid, could this place be going bust?  I hope not, and there are plenty of less doom-laden explanations. 

Are the ancient-looking beams genuine, I wonder?  I suspect not, but the interior is very pleasant anyway.

Two of the other customers had an enormous German Shepherd with them, perfectly well behaved but I was a little worried that if it decided to misbehave it might be stronger than the owner! 

Down on to Lord Street next, and in to what my database says is the Potting Shed, now called the Southport Coaster:

The Potting Shed was some sort of cocktail bar I think but I never visited.  Before that, the Sandgrounder was a Wetherspoon-style place with real ale in 2014.  Even before that, I think it was a Yates' but I never ticked it. The new version is a wonderful boozer with excellent decor packed with inebriated people at half four.

The giant screen behind the counter was showing the cricket but I don't think anyone was watching.  Karaoke was in full swing, loud but not the deafening level one often finds.  (On my regular visits to Blacklers in town, you can hear the music from next door.)

Unusually, this karaoke seemed to feature people who could actually sing!  Okay, she's no Karen Carpenter but that was a fine rendition of I Know I Need To Be In Love, by someone called Sharon.  Apparently the karaoke queue is an hour long, clearly the skilled performers all come here. I hung on for the next act...  A duo who even managed harmonies in I Feel Fine.  Well done!

Not quite time for home yet, how about a new one?  The Auld Dubliner:

A standard shop conversion, a corridor bar with Irish decor very well done.  When I get home I'll check Streetmap to see what it was before, I don't think it was a bar - Ah, Thomas Cook. 

My Guinness was part filled and then left to stand above the taps before being finished, that's how it should be done.  And no shamrock, of course. 

Again, the cricket was on the giant screen behind the counter, and again I don't think anyone was watching.  Except me, briefly - The Aussies seemed to be doing pretty well. 

Another rather fine boozer, plenty of people enjoying the atmosphere with chatter equalling the music in sound level.

Pub of the day: Southport Coaster, a modern classic.
Beer of the day: Neck Oil
Miles walked: 1.5
Maybe coming soon: Canny Farm, Kirkdale

Good Beer Guide 2025

A really impressive thud alerted me to the landing on my doormat of the latest edition of CAMRA's Good Beer Guide.

I can report that in Merseyside twenty-one entries have been removed and twenty added since last year's guide.

As I say every time, if you want to know which pubs they are you'll have to buy the book when it goes on sale on 26 September.