I’m not really one for revisiting “Classic Pubs”, what with needing to do 600 new ones a year to finish the Beer Guide and all, but it’s been surprisingly rewarding doing a few oldies with the Beer & Pubs gang of late.
The Lion in Liverpool’s business district has been on my “Must Do Again” list for a while, since its troubles with Heineken and a positive write-up from Tandleman , I guess. Worth a read to marvel at tales of a proper Tand session.
Follow the blue dots from the Crown to the Lion, stopping at nothing, not even traffic.
I’ve read some comments about the state of the commercial district; hard to judge on a Sunday when Liverpool One looked busy enough. Glorious architecture, of course.
I have this in my Top 100 (No.257) based on two previous visits where you could hardly stand, let alone sit. And packed with the whole gamut of Scousley life, not suits.
We were first in, giving a rare opportunity to see it without those horrible people who get in the way in pub photos (joking).
I can admire the tiling blah blah blah, but it’s the welcome I’ll remember.
Chatty, candid, enthusiastic; I could have listened to his stories of life as a publican all day.
And a range of beers to warm the heart.
We’d picked the one Sunday from August to May without an Anfield or Goodison fixture, and it was clear the Lion was looking forward to the visit of Bayern for some German drinking custom.
I’m sure they’ll appreciate the photo from the Cup Winners Cup Semi-Final of 1985.
Paul’s face reveals his NBSS score for the Golden Glow in visual form (or perhaps it was the high stool); my Otter was decent (NBSS 3) but not a patch on the Lees Bitter of old. The only other customer had a lager, but was otherwise perfectly normal.
But I loved the pub as much as ever.
A classic jukebox with no obvious Mumford & Sons infiltration.
And a pork pie (not shown) that I resisted.
And more pub porn.
The Tand stayed here for more than five hours last year; I can see why.
We stayed 40 minutes, then set off for the Phil.