By 3:30pm, Dad and myself had checked in at our Lenny Henry Inn and had made the 1.2 mile walk across the city to our first pub .....
516 - PETER KAVANAGH'S - Being the furthest pub from the centre, this made a good place to start and wow, what an amazing pub! So ornate, so much decoration and bric a brac adorning the ceilings, including a rather worried looking tiger in an American Football helmet which I hoped wasn't a bad omen. Gargoyles were carved into the wood as we found a side room with amazing old murals painted on the walls. The beer was pretty good too, I had a local cherry mild which helped my man-flu I was suffering with, We weren's so sure the barmaid was a people person, plus she let a local old crone push in front of us to buy a lighter! Christine and Chris Douglas soon joined us, confirming neither of them had visited either and all in all, we were very impressed.
|Beautiful interior at Peter K's.|
|Small things come in good packages - the Belvedere|
518 - CLOVE HITCH - I'd tried to come here on New Year's Day but like most places, it was closed as I stood drenched under a bus stop! Happy to finally get the tick, Christine and Chris D had been shoe horned into a dining area where they were painstakingly waiting for two plates of Gnocchi. Yes, this was a culture shock after the last two pubs. A hipster bar in truth, all young bearded men with more craft beers than cask (3 pumps, one went off). But good punk music, friendly trendy staff and a nice warm atmosphere, you couldn't really dislike the experience! Most importantly, the ale was well kept and my Hop Beast from Liverpool Craft was predictably modern and full of flavour. The report on the food was good, and explained to the others I liked the diversity of GBG venues - all old men pub may, just may get boring!
|A Clove Hitch is a knot, as I learnt on my visit here!|
|Chris D strides for the entrance to The Flute|
520 - VERNON ARMS - This made sense for our post match venue as it was on the street corner next to our Premier Inn and we all met up again, sitting with some friendly Everton supporting locals to tell them how lucky they were to get a point! This felt more like a traditional pub you'd expect to see in Liverpool but it lacked the class, historic feel and ornate design of many similar pubs in this city. Having said that, hard working friendly staff again served a fine range of ales, the always excellent Boggart Hole Clough Rum Porter a good way to end after another fine local beer in Blakemere Jewel. Very impressed with range and quality in here. Some locals told us a recent drama/soap called Liverpool One was filmed here and they paid them £80 to be extras, but our new found friends didn't get chosen! As last orders sounded, they tried to freeze us out by holding the door open on a chain, but I guess it was good tactics. It could spoil a superb afternoon, evening and night ticking pubs off in Liverpool.
|Dad proves he's still thin enough to hide behind a lamppost at the Vernon Arms.|
So, with a big day in Macclesfield tomorrow, I'm suddenly a bit less worried about the current "when will I finally get to Pontefract & Darrington?" conundrum, with next week also in jeapordy due with lots on and 5pm finishes at work. I'll blame that "busy Christmas season" bah humbug!