Jumping on the bandwagons of Eurovision and warm beer in the same post, I’m off to the sand dune capital of the UK.
I’d hoped the micro pub at Waterloo would be my last tick on Merseyside, but minor issues such as not actually visiting all the pubs conspired against me, even when Simon had reserved my table on the Wirral.
Still, only three to go now.
I arrived in Waterloo for an 11am opener that had clearly moved to noon, which gave me time to admire Art Deco,
an art piece called “closed micro“,
and some proper beach art…
Great views over to Bootle container depots from here. The only better viewing points are on the ferry to the Isle of Man.
Loads of tourists of all sorts here on an increasingly chilly morning which prompted me to stop in a branch of Crosby Coffee near this lovely house. Crosby really is charming.
Off to the Liver, which turns out not to be a micro, but a Proper Pub.
So if it’s in Sefton, and isn’t a micro, how can it be in the Beer Guide in 2018 ?
They can spot a CAMRA member a mile off here. They’re the ones who look at hand pumps.
“Have ya got yer card” How could I deny CAMRA with 33p at stake ?
Of course, I still claimed my 20% discount, one of the most generous outside that posh place in Lancaster.
And the Liver is splendid, a really enjoyable “all welcome” sort of a place, with Old Boys, lasses who lunch (dead cheap), and a sense of real life. George Michael and Sophie B Hawkins kept us musically in 1992, competing manfully with tennis from Romania.
Open plan, but with loads of separate areas and Merseyside character. Welcome relief from a sea of you-know-what.
Shame about the beer, well kept but suffering in the heat.
I’d give it another go when I inevitably come back in the autumn to count the iron men. Perhaps still more of them than micro pubs.